You KNOW when you accuse me!

You know when you accuse me of doing stuff for everyone 

except for the one that is you?

You know when you accuse me – this in your presence – of straying,

of not relating as I should?

You know when you accuse me of not looking 

only at you?

You know when you accuse me

of not thinking only of you?

Is this really you who speaks – or is it some

awful jealousy?

And if jealousy it were, let it be clear: over all the years 

we have survived this life together,

There has never been a decision I have freely made

without thinking precisely of you.

Out of fear of the reaction you’d almost inevitably have,

I have never felt the winds of liberty 

Fall from your shawl: quite the contrary, my dear –

I have lived in a prison 

Of inhuman making; and all this time my rhyme

has been smothered, full!

So you when you now accuse me of 

being unable to live solo,

Just ask yourself this question: when ever 

did I live at all?

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