Jack Scott writes

A Size Too Small

Togetherness is more than it’s supposed to be, 
or less. 
I won’t share this with you. 
It's bad enough for one; 
two would make it worse 
times more than two. 
The pleasure of your absence 
is requested until I can return. 
It can't be shared, 
your presence would intensify it, 
not make it go away or lessen it. 
Depression is too small a place for two; 
there‘s hardly room for one,      
nor air enough for both to breathe, 
its gravity’s a drag. 
When this is over I will speak of 
it in the past tense 
and join you in the garden 
where we’ll talk of other things

Anxiety/Depression -- Saša Auguštanec