How much of me, she left untouched
How little of my soul
She cared to sincerely know
Simply to merge alive again –
Her peculiar friendship was short
To love me not, in a short story
To touch me, and send me on my way
Her binding arms let me go
And now I must piece the little puzzle
Here I am naked to her memories
How little we truly meet the world
Knowing creature of our void
I attended my studies, in femininity
While eating at her house, pussy & wine
How much of me, she left untouched
My spiritual qualities unknown
Indifferent are the beasts, with their casual ways
Mothers must attend to their bank accounts.
Wuji Seshat 
Intriguing and entrancing! Wow! (This time I may be wrong, but did you intend “causal” or “casual” in the next to last line?)
Cheers,
-R-
Lol not wrong at all! I’m the Prince of typos. Since I’m a speed writer…
🙂 And I’m a retired Senior Editor who desperately has time on his hands!