Better You

 I won’t wait for the better you

To arrive

I will take you as is…

The truth suits you

No tailor could ever sew stitches so exact

It matches your delicate frame

You struck a matchstick

Against the sandpaper of my pain

In the trenches of the deep

My anger is being numbed by poetry

And their agony calls your name

But all the same…

I won’t want/ nor wait for the better you

Love always, Esha