NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Thirty

Let Go

What will you do
once he's finally gone?

Your body of work
will look more like

a waifu pillow
he'll take with him.

You two one more
piece of slash fic

handed to him
for final cut.

Your zoology of
imagined animals

he will rename
in your absence.

Wheels won't work
on own anymore.

Spoke out too soon,
no way to handle.

Always ne hands
to build his interests.

Time will go on
without you to tell it.