on being attached.

my heart requires a cartographer,
with its vast paths and unexplored countries,

but you are far from a map-making-man.

I find myself less comparing and more accepting
that I am merely your penumbra;
your almost shadow

though it seems I stain you like tea;
deceiving Kama sutra chai.

the real cost is not your
second-hand smoke but rather
being attached and the long nights alone,
where I am left to get lost 
in my uncharted lands.

Reviews

[Lexi Richard]

All your writing is so beautiful... Great concpet and word choices.

[the penumbra]

Thank you so much, I appreciate the comments.
You are a wonderful poet, I'm overjoyed to receive such compliments.

[Lexi Richard]

You're welcome, and thank you!