I woke up this morning,
The bright yellow sun shining through my window.
I felt good until I turned around, seeing you:
Standing there in the hallway, the suitcase in your hand.
“You are really leaving us?”
“I have to.”
What an explanation –
“I need my soverignity back.”
– not good enough –
“I am better off without you.”
– to persuade me
I shook my head: “than go. Leave.
As fast as you can and carrying the consequences.”
You turned away, leaving me there.
I clinched to the blanket, feeling nothing, knowing that nothing would change your mind.