Maybe

Maybe, maybe I am too afraid
to be ignorant towards myself,
maybe I cannot stand the thought
of attaching elsewhere to detach with myself,
maybe, maybe I am not meant to
cherish someone else before me,
maybe I am selfish or even mean
to not let go of my fear to commit,
maybe it’s meant to be this way –
I lingering in my presence, maybe not,
maybe, maybe certain things don’t change
maybe permanence exists, maybe not.

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