Almost as long without you
As with you.
Have used living here
More as a shield against living
Than a place
To get on with living.
Of what am I afraid?
Of dying alone?
Probably will happen.
So why do I let that hold my life
Hostage, stilled, damped?
Still wonder what, beyond you,
Still ties me here, binds me here
Just hard enough
To freeze me? Am I failing if I go,
If I stay? Really, where do I
Want to be?
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