“What do you fear?” you asked.

I sat uncomfortably beside you in the car.

“Is it the fear of losing me?”

No, but I could never tell you that.

It would destroy you.

“Is it that you’ll end up alone?”

No, I’ve accepted that I’ll die alone...we all do.

“Is it me? Is it you?”

I look to my lap.

It has no answer.

“Is it Him? Is that why you pull away?”

All in part, but I can’t bring my lips to say.

The truth would destroy me.