I must confess
Lately, I've been surrounded
By miserable, failed
and rapidly charring
beings

Their utter sadness
And experience of dread
When it comes to disconnecting
From a love
Is quite scary

Should I be scared?
Is this the fear that will bring
me back to reality?

Or should I feel lucky
and better off than everyone else
that I have found such
a fond person
to love?