The pitfall

If I love you, I keep you in my roots; you live in me.
Someday you'll leave, and this part of me will surely wilt.

I create a distance so there's less to miss.
Believing 'I need walls, I am tricked.
'Alone before it is time.
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
Fearing the anguish of a lost closeness.

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