An Ode to What I've Been Trying to Say

I need
a
reaction.
Don't
just
let me go,
let me flow
into the
hard and
unforgiving
currents and
undertows
of a vast
and endless ocean
unknown.

Don't get me wrong.
I don't want you
to protect me
from what you think
I don't know.
I just want
a
reaction,
something
to remember
you by when
I'm gone
and
alone.

I don't want
your anger,
your sympathy,
your pity,
your regrets.
I don't want you
to worry,
to obsess,
to go crazy.
No one
likes their mother
when she clings
and Pampers,
especially when
all they really want is
a
reaction.

So
let this,
my ode to
eagles losing
their first-born fledglings,
and
to the eldest daughters
of alpha males,
reach
your ears
untainted
by what
you want me
to say
to think
to feel
so you will hear me
say
what I truly think
and
what I truly feel.
And
maybe,
just
maybe,
they'll be the same.