Do I accept the one I am,

or have come to believe I am,

or do I just watch how I happen

from an indeterminate position;

letting me happen

as I happen?

If someone says they forgive me,

I will easily counter

that they're not in a position to do that;

that they are preposterous

to assume they are,

and that I will never forgive them for it

I'm betraying the cat

by leaving

He's only got me, in a real, communicative sense

He shows that clearely, overwhelmingly

He may not live through my absence this time

He feels I'm about to leave, observes the back pack,

sees the suitcase being loaded,

and I have no way to explain to him

He just feels the pain

There is no one like him in my life,

no one like me in his

The world is giving a lot of examples

Who is it trying to impress?