No One Else

I wrote this poem in October 2002 for a completely different reason, …but here it is:

No One Else

Her hand slipped down her face

          to catch her troubles

Was it my aggressiveness?

          that made you leave me?

          or the open way I discarded my troubles in your ear?

And so many men, my friends,

           hurt me when they don’t mean to

           didn’t want to, wasn’t personal, take a joke

           and he left anyway.

The problem is I’ve no where else to go to be happy

           in your arms, your hands, your body beside me, within me

I was safe with you and now that I can’t be

           no one else will do