Rainy Days and Sundays

"Everything that's mine is yours."
i say inside myself
as light begins to slice the edges of the world that i'd been dreaming in
"Everything that's mine is yours."
"Yeah right."
you reply
skeptical smile slyly covering your pain
"Everything that's mine is yours."
i insist
but continue on
out of willful, hard necessity
"Except my life. My life belongs to me."
and like that i am awake
alone, well, with a dog
and missing you
wishing that my life was mine to give.