My Girl

My girl is easily pleased.

She is easily made happy.

One bag, two pretty dresses,

a listening ear

and three compliments.


I’d rather I be cursed

with this wanderlust

and yearning

for things unknown.

Than her.


Her wants are easily accessible.

Let her be happy.

Her happiness gives me

some comfort

and takes an edge off

this acute dissatisfaction.


It’s easier to want what can be bought.