To be alone

-I’d never leave your side if I could help it.
Some would call it the darkness of my soul,
the weakness in me and its binding force.
Perhaps. Just to hold you, or be in your
presence. The warmth that comes from you,
like no other. And every time our worlds
collide, I have a harder time letting go.
The words come quickly in your asking,
“I understand, I understand,” and then
you go. Leaving me, departing from me;
I watch you go. The smile on my face collapses
and my breath is labored. It’s a frightening place,
to need you, it’s a scary place, to be alone.