hopeless/open...

Endless nights of talks
and imaginary walks.
With gentle strokes
he caresses my soul
as he smokes.
"Leave your lover for me"
he murmurs in my ear,
and I, out of fear, pretend not to hear.
This, us, here. It`s a thing.
But he comes and he flings.
He lets me wander alone for months,
sometimes for days,
leaving me wondering what it is
that he does when he strays.
It sounds a bit tragic,
but feels like a sip of magic,
I might sound hopeless about this,
but I feel open about it.