Here I am.
Far away from home and family.
Walls doodled with self-doubts.
Swaying like a vine, desperately.
With the whole world caving in,
in search of hope, some company.
Here I am.
Never in my dreams, thought
she’d move in with me. But she did.
Never in my dreams, imagined
that she’d share my bed. Again she did.
A poisoned soul needs that Elixir.
That Comfort, That Reassurance, That Support.
That strong “am there for you always.”
Emily, an independent woman. Knows her Space.
Works from home. Mostly in the nights.
Always in touch with clients. Knows her stuff.
Makes a great living. Her family shows up now and then.
When am back home, she hides behind the door.
Surprises me. Makes my bed.
Pokes me when she needs me. And I yield.
Ah! Her Love Bites. Out of the world.
Hard to explain about, to peers the next morning.
She is there even when I don’t need her.
Even when I give in to anger and frown.
What more can I ask for.
My housemates hate her. Hell with them.
Ahh. Nothing wrong on their part too,
when Emily is a bed bug.
Leisurely Musings 