You cooked Dorothy food smelling of life and shared your cup of hot wine. Your bed was always welcoming, your shoulder there for their struggling mind to rest, rest at the hollow by your neck. Your hushed words sued them in the night. They called you lover, girlfriend, my woman, wife and crazy demanding. Ignored you and pushed your limits, crushed boundaries, siphoned blood and energy from your neck and eyes. You held their hands on subways and trails and cold wintery avenues