I am your prisoner.
I live a free life, I work a job I chose, I live where I picked to live, I associate with the people I choose to be with.
Does not matter. I am your prisoner.
WE lasted a long time. It was a good time, mostly, usually. Except…
now that it is finished, it isn’t finished.
You are there every time I close my eyes to sleep.
You are there when I breathe certain scents.
You are there when I am alone.
You are there…….still.
When do I get paroled?