adagio

looking back
i was slow to fall in love
i took my time with it, and settled
what a lovely winter
our last winter
angry and drowsy
the hum of the space heater
footsteps above and snow beyond
he didn't understand the art
and i was just the comfort
the release
the distraction
i was a novelty
the attic was stale smoke
my hands were ink and lead
and on the cure, i never slept
i took it just for him
to be the robot he desired
and reality,
he never could take like a man
i could sense when it was wrong
i was just averse to wasted time