Under Construction Poem by Susan Lacovara

I am not yours
As I thought I would be
I don't know who you belong to
You hardly belong to yourself

You say you find comfort
In the care of an older woman
Who asks little
And so there are few consequences
For your disconcerting air

She allows your mind to wander freely
While you wish your body
Was given such lead way
Once you said you loved her no longer
When you tried to stroke my hand
Not long thereafter you built your house
On her land while again stroking her hand

I do think of you far too often
Some days looking for missed clues
As to how I let you in so deeply
When I saw you only had plans to leave
Time and time again

A child with a wilting attention span
Has better focused concentration than you
At least they attempt completing a task
You simply walk away
Neglecting to clean up your mess


I wonder if you heart has grown
Telling me of it's claustrophobic quarters
I tried to open the doors, unseal the windows
lay down a welcome mat at it's entranceway
You merely bought stronger lumber
And built another wall