Sooner or later.

I do not know
How to feel
That you do not fight
That you did not choose to
But then again
You never chose this battle
No one ever did
And it is not yours
It is on each of our shoulders
But then again
Is this really a battle?
Is this really an enemy?
You don't open the door
When the enemy knocks
You don't just yield
When the enemy strikes
You don't say okay
When the enemy says wait
But we so oddly seem to embrace it
The battle is in us
To accept
To anticipate
To prepare
To live
Though one of us is dying
To rejoice
Though each of us is weeping
To move forward
Though one of us will not
I do not know
How you feel
That we try to fight
But sooner or later
Without you.