To Rochelle

 

You are not

With me now

And I miss you.

 

Your chattering

Used to fill

My silence.

 

If I read,

You'd sit beside me

Sucking your thumb.

 

Your presence is sweet.

 

I want to give you

What I didn't have.

Am I being selfish?

 

When I become angry with you,

It's only because I see things

I don't like about me.

 

I never want to spend

A long time

Away from you again.

 

You see,

I love you.

 

B. Benjamin                                                                                                         

BBP17