Cling

I sat down with her.

"Can you separate from me?"

She started to peel herself away,
But she didn’t.

She wanted to,
And she didn’t.

"I think you want to,
But you’re clinging.
You can separate
If you want."

She clung.

I smiled.

My depression clung.

And I realized she
Was exactly what
I desperately wanted,

Someone to stay,
Someone to cling.