I Love You, But Sorry. Poem by Kynthia Rosgeal

You knew who I was from day one. I
never hid that from you. Never
is a long time, long enough for you to
change your mind. When it was a dirty

little secret it was fine, now, it is a problem
It has grown to a size you cannot handle
It is real I am real, and once free, no more
closeted bondage, no more hiding or lying

less and less you see of him, now you
see me more often than not, and that
Worries you. You no longer exert the control
you once had, you no longer call the shots

when and where and how and why, but you
wait for me, to say those things, and you sit
idly by, waiting to see who emerges.
What ever will you do, when that chrysalis

opens, and you see only yourself? I do. All
the time. It is the only thing I see that I know.
Everything else 'was' not 'is' any longer
'Is' is a very strange place for me,

But I will get used to it, you will walk your own path.