Dichotomy

Please... just.

So I hold myself as I drift off to the hope that you'll listen,

I beg and plead as my imagination recedes,

and you, become a shadow.

The faint remnant of your breath on my face and your gaze...

penetrating my soul.

Just... don't.

Don't leave, don't lie, don't run, don't hide...

Please.

I will not beg you to stay if you want to leave anyway, but...

try to have some sympathy.

Holding and molding and wishing we were closing--

Distance.

It's just a wish that's, toggling the back of my mind, and

the words

                                   I can't--

                                                                                                            .... I don't mind.

Please... just.

Don't.