Selfish Poem by amy bracks

Mealy mouthed minions demanding your time
Leaving me with what remains.
It is enough, I suppose
One should not ask for more.

You tell me you can feel me
From here
'Our souls play all the time, ' you say.
That you hear the whispered prayers
I send on the wind
And it makes you smile
You say I comfort you and give you peace
That we are divine, that our love has known no end
But I don’t believe you.

Because if I do
Then what remains
Is not enough.

And I cannot ask for more.