The mere thought

The mere thought

Of being here alone

With Him.

The mere thought

Of the ominous silence

Clouding the room

And my lungs

I show him

That I cannot speak

He sees that I will not

The mere thought

Of just how much

He does not understand

The mere thought

Of His sonorous voice

Squawking at Me

Questioning My motives

Chastising My actions

I do not understand Myself

Anymore more than he

The mere thought

Of being here alone

Without him.