my quiet eyes catch your movements as you dart across the room.
packing, leaving, going someplace far away.

i think that i should stop you,
i should save you from this place:
the one that traps you here,
the one that takes you away.

i try to lift my body from the bed,
but every microfilament of me is on your side.
whether my intentions say help or hinder,
i am banned from getting in your way.

i may fight all i please,
but i am not powerful enough to save us,
and your tail wind will drag me back to sleep.