Dying of the Light

Women

We want to be held

And yet not confined

You don't have to dress up

In polyester suits

You don't have to book dinners

At overpriced diners

Sometimes

All we really want

Is a hug in cold July

The oversized hoodie

The crooked grin

That quick kiss in the train

They say only diamond rings

And fancy things

Can catch our eyes

But they have gotten it wrong

We could not care less

About what you did for a living

As long as you were willing

To build a life

With us

That's all we wanted

A fence

A garden

A warm house

Three or four kids

Running about­­—

A home.

We wanted simplicity

Not domesticity

Didn't want to be confined

Or stepped on.

We didn't need you to tower over us

Our parents did that quite well

Instead we wanted to be defended

Cared for

For you to be on our side

No matter the battle.

We wanted the dream –

The foolish, naïve

Innocent little dream –

That you would love us

As much as

We loved you.