Cut me loose

Sometimes he thinks of himself as the shadow of my dreams, X tells me, or a recurring thought I can’t complete. He wishes I would hurry up, he says. But hurry up and what? he says. Cut me loose. We’ll both be better off. But you can’t, can you? You can’t cut loose your own shadow, or a recurring thought you can’t finish, it doesn’t depend on you. Or rather it does but you have no power over it. Though that’s not what it feels like to me, he says, not at all. I wish you’d hurry up, he says, and just cut me loose.