Separation Anxiety Catherine Webb
It is no use staying
as I will only have to leave.
Being attached to you
fills me with pain and an insatiable need
A reminder of what could have been,
should have been
But will never be again,
and again,
and again
Out pours grief from the core
a dependency I abhor
but crave deeply as if I truly were small.
Four again and sitting on your knee
Won't you put me out of my misery.
What kind of thirty something can I be,
whilst caught up in infantile fantasies.
Still looking for someone to mother me.
I could draw your absence with my pen,
but how can I conjure your presence just the same.
I'm fighting daemons in my sleep
a battle to the death.
It's as if life is on freeze
and I am sat waiting,
huddled and holding my breath.
The presence of your absence encases me.