You  merely met my expectations.

I fear you are leaving me behind,

pushing away with the right

the left unsure how to let go.

Where once I was, possibly, something,

I have become nothing, a commodity

when the well runs dry.

You merely fulfilled my expectations.

I am more than nothing, and I accept

I did not open the door to possibility.

I couldn't give, what I believed would

not be valued. I couldn't give based on

flesh alone. I am more than flesh.

You became more than flesh. You merely

fulfilled my expectations.