I feel you with me still.
Not, figuratively like
we all write about.
But, for real.
As I live
and breathe,
I feel you.
I hear you.
I see you.
I know you’re near.
Everything I choose and decide
You have clarified
Which way
I should stay.
I listen every single time.
I still live like you’re here.
That’s why I can’t.
I can’t bring myself to go.
I try my best to stay away.
But, I struggle.
I struggle to not hurt them.
I know they worry.
I just can’t bring myself to go.
The moment I go.
The moment I lose you.
All over again.
If I don’t go.
I can still pretend.