I wonder why I can’t move.  Move out.  Move on.  Move up.  Move down.  It’s a simple concept.  Put one foot in front of the other and move.  

I look down at my feet, certain I’ll see shackles.  Or cement, concrete maybe.   My feet trapped, unable to move.  That’s the only explanation or justification as to why I can’t move.  “Won’t”.  Won’t move.  Call it out, shoot straight…. I ”won’t” move.  

I’ve become an immovable object.  Frozen in this place and time.  Fading into the scenery, the background of his life.  And I’m standing in the way of his happily ever after….