My therapist said I need to let you go if you don't want to get better.
But I don't want to let go.
I don't know how to.
I fear rigor mortis had set in. My body has stiffened and hardened into the position I was sitting in when you broke my heart.
This is where I stopped feeling. This is where I was when you didn't want to live anymore. Suddenly I didn't want to either. I didn't want to live a life without you.
I am frozen in time. My hand is clamped and immovable around your hand.
You may be the one who wants to die, but I have died knowing you will eventually leave me.
Maybe I've become the Jack to your Rose.
Tell me
I'll never let go.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
Poetry"You do not cease to exist just because I wish you to." Started: 4/3/20 Finished: 8/20/20 My 6th poetry book.
