if you cut the chord
i can take it
if i reach out one day
and all i get is air
it won't shock me
won't put my world
out of its orbit
life would be the same
i won't even flinch
you think
i would crumble?
i won't even feel it
i won't notice
anything different
i won't miss
your voice, your smile
your inquiring eyes
your laughter, your frown
the dimple on your cheek
the way you challenge
my every thought
how you infuriate me
and calm me at the same time
how you frustrate me
unnerve me, turn me to mush
with just one look
i will not miss any of that
i won't know sadness
i won't break down
i won't shed tears. . .
not even one. . .

now if only
i can mean
even a fourth of all that
then my life could've been so much easier,
but then again, who wants easy,
when easy means you won't be there?