All I have left here,
is what you left me.
A few choice words
and broken memories.
Time goes on,
at least it seems to.
Proving each day,
I didn’t need you.
Split in two;
drawn and quartered out.
There’ll never be enough of me
to go round.
Did you hold some secret?
Did you know
the trick of this,
before you went to ground?
Asking myself,
over and over.
Around and around.
There are some wounds
that never truly heal
with time.
In particular,
the things that scar
the mind.
I am fortunate
in that,
I found others
of my kind.
We await the day,
we can come out
at night.
Leaving you behind
was the hardest,
that first time.
It became easier
to read the signs.
How much did it cost me?
I’m not sure I’ll ever know,
but I keep paying the price,
like I’ve always done before.
I hold my hands up
to the sky.
I speak the words.
I close my eyes.
I hope you found
whatever you needed in life,
because I’m finding mine;
even though it’s hard, sometimes.
Living once abandoned.
HG – 2020
