Poem: I am not ready for us to go

I am not ready for us to go

I do not feel prepared
or in the right mood.
It snuck up on me.
I knew it was coming
but my sense of time
is never good,
never helps me
to be ready
when time comes.
I know we must go,
am not fighting that,
am not even wishing I could.
I just want to warn you
that I am struggling.

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