On Not Having Something, Or Ownership Of People.

Not having? Not having?
He's not a thing to have. I don't want to have him, I just want to look after him, love him, care for him, run his bath and make him scrambled egg which he doesn't want to eat.

Not having? Not having?
So he doesn't need me then? Doesn't need the person who shines his shoes and irons his trousers and remembers his tennis racquet and changes his bedlinen (and always asks him who he wants on his bed this week) and buys the right soap and knows when it's Show and Tell day, and never forgets the crisps and owns the dog that he loves so much?

He doesn't need the person he runs to first when he falls and scrapes his knees?

Not having? Not having?
Could you really be so angry with me, could you really feel so hurt that you would go against everything he has said that he wants, just to upset me? Could you really be so angry that you would go forego everything that is best for him, just to make a vicious, pernicious point?

Not having indeed.