Matter

You tell me –

In all the things
you’ve had in
your life
I matter less –
than

A passed coffee cup.
A jolt against someone in
the street
A glance over your shoulder
out of a stranger’s gate.

Don’t tell me
I am no one.
That I don’t
matter in the world.

I gave you Bukowski’s
Women – Ted Hughes
Crow.

Don’t ever tell me

I am no one.
That I don’t matter
In the world.

When all I have
Endured
Lost
Has allowed me

To tell you
everyday

That

You matter.