Is the Distance Too Great

Life will never be the same without you, but you’re not the only one leaving.

What if I leave too?

Who will care for the ones we loving call our children?

They may not be connected to us by blood, but we care for them.

I know life must move on and so must you.

So, can I call you my sister in everything but blood?

Can I call our gaggle of children my family?

We won’t be here forever and I don’t know what will happen if we leave.

When we leave.

Will they just move on with their lives?

Will they call us up at midnight saying they need help?

And, if they do, will we be able to get to them?

Or, will we be leagues away without a way to help?

If I called you saying one of them was in trouble would you drive through the night to rescue them?

If I called you up saying I was in trouble would you be there the next day?

What would we do if we couldn’t be there?

What if they forget about us?

What if in a few years we don’t talk anymore?

I don’t know what I would do.

If I asked you to, would you sit on the phone at three in the morning because I couldn’t sleep?

Would you still tell me to eat, when you are hours away?

Would you still tell me that I should tell someone about what is bothering me?

Will you call me up at one saying that you need a friend?

What if I told you that I couldn’t get to you then?

Would you still tell me all about what is happening in the book you are reading?

Or, would all of this go away?

I can’t imagine life without you.

And, the rest of our people.

Would you stop talking to me?

Would you be too busy?

You know if you told me you had something to do I’d end the call.

I’d let you call me back.

Even if that was weeks later, and the problem had already passed.

You know I would stop talking and give you space if you needed it.

You know that all the people around me would never know something was wrong.

You know I would hide again.

When have I not?

People have hurt me too many times.

They’ve left, or I’ve had to leave them behind.

After so many times of losing people, I stopped trusting.

I stopped making friends.

Then I got to stay, for a long time, and now I wonder if I’m sorry I did.

Because, if I hadn’t stayed then leaving wouldn’t be so hard.

For a while I felt invincible.

For a while I felt I would stay.

But, things don’t always work out as planned.

So, just don’t forget me.

Or, the times we had.

If you are ready to leave, I’m ready to let go.

So, now, sister of mine, have fun in life and don’t forget.

Author Notes: Just worrying about the future.

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