I really have to.

Say

Whenever I hear your voice

That sweet airy flight 

Of a voice,

I grow older.

I notice.

How I sound

In comparison.

I contemplate.

And hear.

And you ask,

"What's wrong?"

I force 

With the power of two bulldozer's strength,

the power to separate the bottom lip

from the top and say

"Nothing"

Relief overcomes the crush that I felt from tension

surrounding.

And I am free of misconception, evaluation, adjudication, moderation.

Neither one of us bound to the other.

we exist apart.