This world is not for me
The people are not for me.
Their choices are not for me.
I don’t have the space to be me
I don’t have the strength to be me.
I don’t even know what “me” is anymore.

I wish I could go away, I don’t want this hurt, I don’t want to hope, I don’t want to believe, I am too tired
But, there is a furry feeling at my feet,
His warmth is the only feeling that makes sense to me
For him, I have to stay
For him, I have to fight

He won’t understand the why and where
He won’t know how to cope
I don’t want him to be left confused for all his life
So..I’m learning to stay still, to breathe slower
Maybe..
I will go when he goes
Because if not for him, then?