Artificial Hero

By Karen Kirsten Nygren

 

I see you lounge every night in your big, black chair.

You sleep across the hall, as I sleep to your steady snores.

I have you in my life now.

But I feel you're not there.

You never say much, unless I've done wrong.

You never hug me, unless there are other people around.

You're my artificial hero.

What kind of a relationship is that?

All I want is you.

I'm your own flesh and blood.