I’m Used To Poem by James Callos Jordan

Is it me or a lot has changed?
Never had I expected;
Being used to everything,
Being used to your presence.

I’m used to your smiles,
And your funny personality.

I’m used to your breakdowns,
And emotional tendencies.

I’m used to your love for my cooking,
And your request for seconds.

I’m used to our petty fights,
Where nobody wins.

I’m used to your hugs and kisses,
All those sweet, sweet gestures.

I’m used to everything,
But all left is nothing;
I guess I just have to be used,
To used to, without you.

May 14,2009