Lacanian

by Simona Tudor

I went out to smell the roses
And came back with their
fragrance on my lips.
Came back somewhere inside,
This time brazenly so.
It is harder to come back
When you haven’t gone away.
I went today not far from home
While trying home to come
And thought I’d linger here a while
Both places near and far.
You came to mind.
And you. And you.
I pressed your image to my
cheek
And thought of love just like
I did before.
This time
Enamoured with myself don’t
want to be no more.
You are my lack and all the
things I do not own myself,
So do I really love you as you are?