it's hard to imagine, nothing at all, no more

i think of all the times i tried to clean my glasses
and some of that was in my eye
and it makes me so inward 
and more afraid of cars
but i must remain present
for some rely on me 
as well as me
yet
there
's

terror in the eyes
and i'm alone
in my sense
of this
even if there was 
something to be done
and there always is
someone with me now
in this
could i can i afford
this