----------Lisa Miller-------------------

I LOVED YOU LIKE A MADWOMAN

Men

think about “money”

and in my case, it was my money

all of it.

“Money” meant the world to you

more than jewels and gold, more than me.

At first, I spoiled you like a child

pouring out my life’s savings like liquid gold

and always lost.

Next to my money, my children

seemed insignificant to you.

I loved you like a madwoman

desperate

Remember? how you once looked at me

how you saw my natural beauty

how like sand in an hourglass

my time ran out.

When you married me, you married a world

you could call home

but now, I’m stuffed in the small corner of your room

the tiny “money” world you chose

lost in its emptiness.

As I run out of money

you run out of time.