Under Construction

I am not yours As I thought I would be I don't know who you belong to You hardly belong to yourself You say you find comfort In the care of an older woman Who asks little And so there are few consequences For your disconcerting air She allows your mind to wander freely While you wish your body Was given such lead way Once you said you loved her no longer When you tried to stroke my hand Not long thereafter you built your house On her land while again stroking her hand I do think of you far too often Some days looking for missed clues As to how I let you in so deeply When I saw you only had plans to leave Time and time again A child with a wilting attention span Has better focused concentration than you At least they attempt completing a task You simply walk away Neglecting to clean up your mess I wonder if you heart has grown Telling me of it's claustrophobic quarters I tried to open the doors, unseal the windows lay down a welcome mat at it's entranceway You merely bought stronger lumber And built another wall