Go


sooner or later we all
Go
I rationalise
cold. detached
Go
I have decided not to again
easier this way

I will not ever see you
sitting in your wheelchair
being loaded and offloaded

like cargo at the docks
with all the care in the world

until she cannot anymore

until she herself breaks
under the weight of you

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