Obviously

Please

Leave me, love 

For then I would know 

What to do 

I can morn I can cry 

I can feel 

Very sorry 

For myself 

That 

I know how to do 

-had a lot 

Of practice 

With it 

Many years 

     To perfect 

But not this 

Not this patience 

This caring 

This sweetness 

How to deal 

With it 

How to 

Be good enough 

For it 

Please, please 

     Go away 

So I don't have to grow 

Don't have to know 

The true pain 

Of eventually 

Being without you 

Through death or some other circumstance 

Circumstances 

     Being what they are 

And seemingly 

Always 

Occurring 

With inexorable 

Crushing karma 

I need another 

Starbucks coffee 

Today 

     obviously. . .