Wondering again what are you to me
that I can’t walk away from this, from us
logically knowing there isn’t an us
(But feelings:
oh they are a different monster entirely!)
Sitting in my office
staring into space
unable to comprehend
where the last 12 years have gone…
how have I been seeing you so long?
If I ask
could you, would you,
help me
leave?
1/25/24
Karen McCaskey 