You know who I am.
I am the voice on the other end of the phone
whispering soft words of love.
You know who I am.
I am the one you take out to dinner,
to whom you hand a single red rose.
You know who I am.
You stare into my eyes, your gentle hand resting atop mine.
You open all doors for me.
You laugh at my jokes.
You give me your shoulder when I need to cry.
You help make me strong.
You guide me through the forest when I am lost.
You wrestle me to the floor when I am rowdy.
You take down my hair when I have it pulled up.
You compliment my attire as you straighten my collar.
You hold me close as you quiet my fears.
You give me your arm to be my pillow.
You silently smile as you watch me sleep.
You whisper my name while you give me soft kisses.
You gently moan as we make love on your bed.
You know who I am.

You know who I am.
I am the one on the phone that you let endlessly ring.
I am the one you cringe upon seeing.
I am the reflection of your soul.
I am the one you fell in love with,
whom you chose not to keep.
You know who I am.

You know who I am.
I am the woman walking
away from you
to never look back.

© Crystal S. McDonald.