These are not good things

A struggling relationship.

Every day
I watch as you send her a pleasant
good morning
and you send me your to-do list.

We're not spouses anymore
as much as we are a support group
for survivors of the same unending disaster.

I rarely ask for help
because I never expect it.
I accidentally plan to be without you.

How can I possibly ask for your help
when you can't even help yourself?