In Which “Possession” Doesn’t Refer to Being Puppeted By A Restless Spirit or Carrying Drugs

 

Your life is yours

and my life is mine

and that’s how it should be

all throughout time.

 

And if you should ever

take from me this right,

you’ll find yourself awake

in the middle of the night.

 

My side of the bed: empty

and exceedingly cold

as it was something that I,

myself, had foretold.

 

Because I was not cruel enough

to let you believe

that you had possessed

all that was me.

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