This moment will pass. Just like thousands more. You’ll have no part in it. You won’t even have left a breeze here. There’s nothing to hold on to. No anchor you left me. No words to remember. How do you feel about missing yet another moment? I wonder how it was for you when each moment came and went. Is this why you insert yourself in everything I say? In every step I take? Because it can’t be my moment. Just one moment. Just for me. I can’t take this barrage of “I would…” anymore. Just the thought of it makes me want to throw things against the wall. That’s the most recent urge when I think of you – throwing things against the wall. I wonder and wonder how everything lines up in your mind. How it all seems to make sense to you. And how the sense you make of it in your head just pushes me farther away. Don’t you notice anything? It makes zero sense to me. It pains me to even think that this is okay for you. It didn’t start like this, though. We didn’t start here. This began 36 years ago. Why can’t any of you see that?