If He Goes, I Go

When he asked if she was OK, she smiled and nodded her head.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him she wished that she was dead.

When he brushed the tears from her eyes, she winced and turned away.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him she wished that he could stay.

When he held her for the last time, she knew she would get her wish.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him she’d already planned for this.

(Originally Posted 23.06.2019)

14 thoughts on “If He Goes, I Go”

  4. Wow! Just wow, so relatable. The authenticity! The way you compose your work is intriguing and inspiring if I can say that about a subject such as this.

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    1. Thank you so much.
      I’m glad you can relate – not that I would wish anyone to feel that way but you know what I mean.

      I’m so grateful that I have this blog and have managed to protect my anonymity for so long. It’s hugely important to me as there’s no way I’d be able to say half of the things I do here (such as this piece) to people I know in real life. 🖤🖤

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      1. I find that on my end they don’t read it anyway. I have released my identity in a bravery attempt during a good season, although it takes more than a click or two to find me, and even with direct links, they read once and never again.

        Talk about not caring 😔

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