Who you are

Who you are

It’s never occurred to me that
You could want to talk to me.
It’s stupid, right.
I know you love me.
But I think of it as a service you offer
Two lonely souls
Being what they need
Serving her desire
Feeding the hole inside that needs to be whole.
You wanted to call me back.
And I smiled for hours.
Because I want to be wanted
By someone worthy of me.
And I know that’s who you are.

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