As a child,
I would prefer to spend a lot of time alone.
My parents thought it was quiet odd
And would often check on me.
Unknown to them,
I was never alone.
The woman in the corner would be there,
Watching.
It scared me at first,
But over time,
I began to accept her presence.
She would stroke my hair
While I was asleep.
She would wipe my tears
While I cried about a worthless boy.
She would listen to my pleas
While I cried and begged for death.
She was there
During my loneliest moments
In youth.
And she’s here
During my proudest moments
In adulthood.
The Paramour 