Myself

I was by myself

With myself

And nothing came of my presence

With myself

Yet I endured the urge

To ask myself the questions

For only so long

See if he

Or me…

Would have answers

Why I worried

Why I hurt

Why I rushed

Why I tripped

Why I didn’t pay attention

To how I was

How I would be

Because of what I was at the moment

Yet he

Or me?

Would not dare

To look at me

Because I knew

That asking myself

These questions

Only led to more questions