I am still.
I am still here , and I am still.
I do not move. I do not dare to.
There's far too much responsibility that comes with motion.
The pressure to  do things
and accomplish things.

No, I'd much rather stay still.

If you'll remember for a moment,
you were always the one that made me move.
That made me get up and disrupt the tranquility
and the stillness.
Now without you,
as before you,
I no longer move.

Today when I woke up
I just lied in bed.
Instead of looking reluctantly over at you
and knowing with absolute certainty that you'd have a certain number of requests for the day.

It felt strange, to do nothing.
I feel so absent in the days now.
As if I am a camera.
A video camera set up to record nothing in particular. And will capture nothing in particular.
The tape will eventually be deleted or discarded
but the record existed at some point
for no real reason than just in case.

But I am here.
I am still here
and I am still.