No. (I Haven't The Words To Be Strong.)

Do I have to?
I screamed last night.
I begged.
I wept until everything hurt:

My eyes
My throat
My blood
My bones.

Nothing rested.
I am tired this morning.
My face shows the deprivation.
And my voice shows the hollow feel.

I don't want to move away from you.
No.
Not ever.
I'm nothing without you.