Momentary Wishful Thinking

Every now and again.....

Belonging

Once I belonged
mind and soul to another
but it was voluntary
so the titles used didn’t fit; per se.
He was Hawke; I was his pet.
Roles played out yet
at times
it was he
who belonged to me;
not the other way around.
Neither acknowledged
the subtle shifting of links
and the game played on
until it was done.
The very virtues that brought us
together were the ones
that chained us elsewhere.
Now we are friends,
but in different worlds
that rarely intersect.
Odd moments surface;
the curtain shifts and then
I wish, just for a moment
i could be His again.