I Wonder if You Suffer

You and I were one. You told me when you packed to leave to Florida you were reminded of this. Looking for sunscreen when you didn’t have it. You no longer need to pack it, you always packed it for me. My pale skin burned in the warmth of the sun. I needed to be protected. You did not.

Who are you? I need to know. I am exhausted from your words and lies and my inability to accept what I know. I have begged you to put your mask back on. Why do you take it on on off now, as if its peek-a-boo? Why am I like a child, so engrossed in this repetitive game?

Some nights i sit up and wonder if you suffer. I tell myself you do.