A Martian Whose Thoughts Are Mine Poem by Doris Cornago

In flight, won't be home for years but still your thoughts are mine
Should I have asked you to be my hero, when you did not
Want any of that drama of female weaknesses
Wanted me to be strong, to stand alone
Take on my own battles, not to be
Forlorn, told me not to look
When I cannot see you
Not to ask too many
Questions
As you
Will
Go
Into
Stress
Into that
Phase called
Depression, in
A familiar fashion
Whenever struck with
Indecision or repeating
Friction, I needed to change
For you although you said don't
Be untrue, continue being the you
Who's there to understand, hold my
Hand, calm my fears, be with me thru
The storm, but when the sun is out, let me
Be on my way, not distract me with commitments
See how easily this relationship flows with us being true