I'll Be Right Back

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

now, I may be overreacting

but the pressure of waiting

entangles me with stress

she walks and walks

getting further away from my embrace

“she’s been gone for how many seconds?”

the seconds feel like minutes

but the minutes are centuries without your presence

“distract yourself”

is what she told me once

but that was a different context

but maybe I can apply it here

but I already know I can’t

she never leaves my thoughts

“distract yourself

from your depression”

“my mind’s sick with it

and it’s sick of it”

worsening and worsening the farther she goes

don’t go, don’t go, don’t go

“where’d you go”

“I’m right here”