My friend.

Hiding
Relieves the pain
So that I
Don’t have to relive
Losing you.

I choose darkness now
In the confines of
My room,
Or the early morning
Sunlight alone in the
Library.

Contrary to my desires,
Or my heart’s steady race,
I choose to remain stagnant.
If I see your face,
I feel like I can’t
Breathe.

And I’m sorry, but I must.
I must breathe or I will
Never move on.
My friend,
I must push you away
To live.
To be.

It aches, but I must let you go.
I must be free.

11.27.18