She wishes he would let her go,
without sadness, without a show.
She loves him; he loves her.
They make good friends, of that she’s sure.
But hardly a day goes by where they’re in the same room.
They separate themselves to slow the impending doom.
She wonders what it would be like
to be alone completely and have a solitary life.
He wonders too how life might be
if she was gone and he was free.
How would it feel to give yourself all
and not have to answer another person’s call?
To finally get to do just as you please,
Without having to beg on stiff and sore knees?
She doesn’t hate him, she questions her choice.
At such a young age, she gave up her voice.
Now she just sits putting pen to page
without conversation or her own mind engaged.
Doing things out of spite…
It wears thin in the long night.