I’m not upset.
I’m not.
I’m not disappointed,
I’m not.
I’m not sad.
I’m not.
What I am
is scared.
Conflicted.
And left wishing
that I still had
the one person
who would know
what to do
who would be there
by my side
through all of this.
I don’t care.
I don’t.
I just need to
talk to you.
I need you here.