Moot

I can no longer be your righteous anger.
I cannot be your vociferous clangor.

I cannot take on all the quips you’d want said.
I cannot attack enemies in your stead.

I cannot be the white hot tip of your spear.
I can’t face our music when you disappear.

I can’t fight for alliances that dissolve.
I cannot be your retroactive resolve.

What I can always do is love & support.
But, I can no more be your moot court cohort.