nothing with out you

if i, no one, but you, i shan't be. all i will be is you; with you. with out you there is no due. for me not there, will be adieu. i will not repair the stare, spare me the there, i was there with my stare, non to spare. am i really still there?

Author's Note

came to mind one night, late as can be, and poured out of what a night was long ago in a place far, far away, to my dismay, could not comprehend what it was then, but now; i know.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Love this thought and how you applied it to poetry:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!