Vagrants

I can’t leave her.

I can’t leave her and go to Germany, knowing that she has nothing left here. No Hasumi, no pet to screw the hair of, no real friends unless you count the one I fondly refer to as “old hag.”

She gave it all up.

For a vagrant like me.

I can’t leave her alone, not when I hear the crying, the sobbing, the pathetic sounds that only urge me to go check on her.

Checking on her for the past couple of days.

Some days, she’d scream for me to get out. We both know good and well that that’s one of the reasons I’m crawling in her bed and completely ignoring her.

It’s for her own good on those days.

Some days end up like this morning.

I liked this morning. I liked the feeling that I was needed, especially since I was the only one privy to her waking up, seeing me there, only for her to reach over and cling to me like a lifeline.

And they expect me to pack up and leave?

Maybe she can go with me, I’ll have to ask once she decides it’s time to get out of bed.

Because God knows I’m not going anywhere without her.