"Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop"

About fear of death, loneliness and loss and loss of love

Here I go again walking out the door

for better or worse I have to be coerced

not knowing if I'll walk back into you

or something worse.

Distance between us today cannot be measured in miles or hours;

when past experience mars the faith

that in this window

I'll see you again is shaken forevermore.

Lives in peril;

somehow you repeatedly jettison the recommendations

and attempt to rewrite the prescription

as if health always on the mend

can by upheld by your constitution.

I left you with too much hesitation - 

all the while the risk much greater to me

should I choose to stay;

too many times with grace you pulled through

but to defy the odds in advance

when none of us can predict the future 

you're remarkably certain

while you insist I'm acting too prematurely.

She once needed your support

but the more you thought you did right by her

the worse it got.

I'm not paralyzed by immobility 

but I rely on you the way she did -

for acknowledgement of what your promises

can't bear out when the fruit of life

won't let any of us take another bite.