Dweller

I can’t get over things fast

I like to dwell

To brood over my emotions

My thoughts

I’m a dweller by nature

Mostly, I dwell on my sorrow

My pain

My anger

My occasional hatred

The injustice of it all

Sometimes I also dwell on good things

The way you smelled

Your puffy cheeks

Your piano fingers

The non-existent toenail on your little baby toe

Just like mine

I need to feel the pain

To feel the little joys

To dwell

It makes me feel

Well… human

In a sense, it makes me feel 

Mortal