Hey you.
Should I stay or should I go.
Because I don’t know how to be.
In that moment when you don’t give me a choice.
When I fear your body, your hands, your palms.

I know its not you anymore, its in my mind, its in the past, its in my past. 

Yet still.

I don’t know how to be.

And I see our little boy watching.
Eyes wide.
He knows.
He knows.

One day, he’ll look at you with the same eyes.
Wide eyes.

And I hope, he knows. 

How to be. 

Because he has. 

Seen me.