Down But Not Out, Yet

Blows upon blows rain on my psyche.

I crouch to avoid more sadness, anger, shit.

I am old in age and alone in spirit.

The last one has broken his word

and can no longer be relied upon.

No longer denying my own contribution to his childish laziness,

I see that I am alone, in reality.

I move closer to family,

while hoping a new community

will provide more opportunity

to end to my loneliness.

New people, new places, new things to do

yet closer to the dear ones of old there.

I will do this; it is set.

Will he go with me?  Should he?

Can he live alone without me?

Can I rely on him to be what he has yet to be?

Loneliness will follow me no matter the decision made.

The harm has been done; no one has won.

Does that last bond need to break 

before I can make new bonds to end my loneliness?