If I call you and you answer, will you still be my friend?

If I tell you I need an escape route, and it runs through your space, will you still be my friend?

If I say, I cannot stay here but to escape I will have to deplete my all. Will you say, Come here. We will work it out.

Will you know that I can fade into the background and you won’t even know I’m there? That you can do you. And I promise, I won’t interfere.

Do you know that I simply must escape. To the safety of myself, not to the same and safe and want of another.

If I call and you answer: will you be there?

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