Cowardly

I can be cowardly at times
with clenching of fist,
asking myself questions
of why do I exist?

Looking at others facing ills,
unwilling to talk about you.
Afraid, of you leaving me.
If it happens, what do I do?

I want you to remember,
all of the memories we had.
Realizing it will never be,
all of my memories, are sad.