When I feel you

It’s when I’m lonely that you dart back.

Do I love you? 

Not even close, I would say. 



It’s when I’m back that I realise how quaintly I’m being used. 

But am I?  

I suppose. 

It’s when I feel you, that I realise 

I’m just as a player as you.

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