Writings Poetry

To My Friend and Enemy

I, my lady, am not your slave.
You, kind sir, are not so kind.
Why do you exist?
And yet have no face?
But why do we feel so much of you?
(You are not a feeling
And yet I feel you.)
You have been with me forever
And you have been with him;
You have been with her.
What is it that you bring?
I don’t know, but I feel.
Why do you come back?
When something comes,
You are its company.
I can handle you now,
But only so much.