A Possesive Nature

I see you approaching, cutting a swathe through the teeming
crowd. Bag thrown over one shoulder. A casual look I never
could achieve. I don't know what I was expecting, I was expecting
someone else, but you look no different.

Its not jealousy, its something else. A possessive nature.
I smile and wave and remind myself I don't own you. Blood
Is thicker than water, but it's no chain. You have stronger
connections now. I laughed when you told me you could

ballroom dance. Waltz. You! I was the dancer. The one who
wanted to stand up and be noticed, to be beautiful. Beauty came
easier to you. I sought it, the same way I sought romance, curled up
in front of old movies, Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice. Watching.

I can see her effect on you as you swing me round in a tight hug
that says that nothing has changed. Our faces still match, my walk still
a girlish mimic of yours. Not even my new brace can spoil the likeness.
You laugh at it and boast you never had one. You never needed it.

You ask me have I recorded Hornblower and Lost and House.
Yes. They are building up on tapes, stacked up in the corner of my
Room. I cant throw them away. I'm waiting for you to come home and
Watch them, before you go away again.