a native longing …

There are days I wake up with a longing,
a deep feeling inside me,
welling up,
a deep need to belong – to be needed,
to have that special someone that you share with,
to be in that familial space,
with little me’s running around,
looking up to me and thinking,
“I wanna be like Dad when I grow up”,
looking in my children’s eyes and seeing a reflection of myself in them,
a blank canvas whose life’s work it is,
for me to fill and shape,
with radiant hues of character and personality,
to cocoon from all the evils of the world,
to love and be one in holy matrimony,
with my one woman who completes me,

and on other days I wake up sober.


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