Sigh.

I don’t want to go.

I don’t want to go.

My thoughts out loud on a screen.

That doesn’t make sense,

I would like to scream.

My mind is tense.

Trust me, I’m calm.

Still water, almost frozen.

That calmness.

Before the storm?

The calm.

Maybe, before the storm.

Because I don’t want to go.

My chest, it aches.

My breath, I can’t hear it.

Too many takes, in my head.

Scenes, with words to say.

I imagine, in my head.

For me to say to you.

But don’t talk about it.

Don’t talk to me about it.

I don’t want you to talk to me about it.

My bags are packed.

My heart is wrecked.

I hate to see it.

I hate that it’s mine.

And I know that it’s time.

But I don’t want to go.