I share him, I share him every fucking day.. he goes home and he goes home to HER.. I share him.. every fucking moment of every single day

I have this small, small corner of life, that is where I live.. it is where he keeps me, every so often a window opens in that corner and he is the sun that comes streaming through.

Now..

another will be in that window.. another face eager to push aside everything to have a moment of his sun..

he doesn't feel the loss of it.. he IS the sun.. he only sees another face to warm and beam upon as they gaze up in worship...

........


why does it feel as if.. that place where I live.. just became a sub-let