I was whining for you all my life,

From the first realization till these letters

I begged. I threatened. I gave up,

But building your imagine nonetheless.

The appeal of being anyone’s wife,

Still eludes me. Must be parading errors.

I snicker. I miss, long, like a pup,

But the Universe couldn’t care less.

Till this line I am failing to express

what exactly I am asking for

I just… please…

I want to feel whole.