One Severed Heart

I may need to leave here
He tells her
It’s not about you

Okay, she says.

What else can she possibly say?

For three months they have been inseparable
Like conjoined twins
Or one severed heart
Beating together that both may survive

He has been her champion
Her secret-sharer
Her one true friend
Her hope

It is her tendency to take the blame
Yet she knows in a moment of truth
That what he needs does not seem to be
Within her power to give

Her intellect tells her not to fret
But her heart knows better:
What am I lacking
What didn’t I do
What could I change

So you would want to stay.