See, I never really understood you.
I loved you like a distant thing,
like a constant thing, like
something that would figure
itself out, so I guess I shouldn’t
be surprised that this decision
doesn’t make any sense.
I wish I could say I’m angry, and
I am, but more than that I’m torn.
More than that I feel like
everything I wished for is
slipping through my fingers, and
everything I hoped for is leaving;
More than that I just don’t
understand what changed.
I don’t understand where the
silence turned uncomfortable,
where the quirks became extra
work, where your life diverged
from mine so far that you
decided I wasn’t worth it.
I guess I’m a bit angry, I mean,
don’t I deserve an explanation?
Don’t I deserve something more
than this, I mean, couldn’t you
have done this any other way?
Any other place? Any other time?
Did you really need to leave so
abruptly? Did you really need to
leave at all?