What will I do
When you leave?
Will it be
Like it was last time?
Will I stop eating?
Or engaging with others?
For months on end
Will I stop functioning?
Will I disconnect
From everything,
And everyone?
Or will I be fine?
Not caring that you're gone.
No sappy poetry
To fill the space
You once occupied.
I wonder,
If I will stop functioning
At the loss
Of another person
I care for.
