Purchasing Power

feels like a sweater

but lighter, like lace.

Satin-on-silk luxury wrapped 

around my shoulders

and so much blue.

Comfortable, lavish indulgence

I’ve earned.

Misunderstanding

It’s time to expect her home, 

though I am empty inside.

And sympathy is a balm

you smeared across my pride.

I am not like you.

We will never be the same.

You got to hold them, 

and I never knew their names.