Not healthy,
I was told,
to need you,
to want you,
this badly
- so badly
I even brought
myself along.

Not healthy,
I was told,
and me and myself
were again unworthy
- and you kept being
unaware of
me being a firefly,
burning a glow
I borrowed from you.

Not healthy,
you told me,
and I resigned
to step down
into my grizzled
hollowed shape.

Alone,
in the self imposed distance,
I lose my voice
and watch
myself vanishing.

*(Why is there still a road
to walk down?)