How can I keep going without you?
How can I cook dinner without shooing you away from the hot oven?
How can I do the dishes without you trying to crawl into the dishwasher?
How can I eat or drink anything without sharing with you?
How can I go to the store without you having a conversation with the person behind us in the checkout lane?
How can I go to bed at night without you across the hall?
How can I leave the room without sneaking so you don’t cry?
But, I do. Or more like, I try. Sometimes I succeed, other times I don’t.