When You Need Me Poem by April Michelle

Trapped by video games, enticed by high dollar business deals,
intrigued by antique photographs and the way my body feels.

Timid and insecure from a father absent in mind,
adored by a mother too loving, too there, she had to be kind.

Your pleasant, gentle ways that put people at ease,
I'm sad, I'm mad, you're damn hard to please.

Your dates were natural and close, in the dark made sure I'd enjoy,
when I see you standing tall I dance, I smile, I cry Oh Boy.

Short lived, you whispered in my ear, 'Baby, I can't do this',
my smile gentle yet small, I whispered, 'Sweetheart, if this is your wish.'

Not a moment later,
you were back in my race shy to my face and bound for a chase.
Only a chase fit for you, Chase.

© 2010 April Michelle