Always with me, I cannot break away.
My grip holds tight.
I wonder who I am without,
Because we are always,
Together.
I rarely go unaccompanied.
And I am always going.
Somewhere.
I travel,
Questioned as to how I can go,
Alone.
But, I am never alone.
I cannot be.
Alone.
My shadow. My second half. My mismatched partner.
This is my life.
I’m in a codependent relationship.
Defining me?
Affecting me?
Determining
My direction…
Which is, “Point me to the nearest
Airport.”
So together,
We go.
Much too reliant on the presence,
Of the one that holds,
So much of my life
Within.
The one that is
My life.
In a Bag.
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