Without you

Without you, I walk paths I’d never choose,

Speak words I’d never utter,
become someone I barely know.

I am nothing—or maybe just numb—without you.
But I do not need you.

I have to let go.
Let go of you, of us, of the endless what ifs.
Because if I don’t,

I will wither.

I will rot into a shadow of myself,

A hollow thing all will despise.
But I will be better.

I must be better.
I will be, without you…