Wednesday, May 23, 2018
I Am Not Yours
Z. Randall Stroope
I think I’m yours but I’m not yours.
I am mine. I am mine first and I forget
sometimes when you come into the room.
Maybe you don’t notice I stop
what I am doing and follow you around
to the blackberies and to the fridge.
I am not yours.
I was’t born attached to you. I did
that big thing all on my own (you know
what I mean. My mother is a saint and
the Lord blesseth her, Amen)
I can do what I am doing. I can love
you without wondering where I went.