Thinking...

I keep thinking of how it was in the beginning.

How you had so much time available for me.

Talk, text, email.

Then....

It all went away.

Did your something better come along so very quickly?

Now....

You complain that I text you too much.

So I stop texting.

And I only hear from you when you want a warm body to fill your bed.

Be it cuddle. Be it fuck.

I only hear from you when you seem to need something.

I don't stop it.

I won't stop it.

I may never have anything more than this in my life.

At least I have the company that I crave constantly every once in a grand while.

There is good with the bad. You just have to see it through the right eyes.

Even if it isn't truly good.

It is good enough.