I sit alone as he sleeps
Two rooms away
I am here, living
But remembering my life
How it use to be
Trying to be here, to be
Present
But wanting us both to be
Home
My home
The place where I live
A place where I feel free
To speak, to sing, to dance
And dress freely
But how can I ignore where
He lives and how he lives
And sings, and dance
And be.

(copyright by Miss Ella, plh) Composed on May 6, 2010 Alexandria, Egypt publishing prohibited unless with the author’s permission