We met on a Sunday.

Fall air. IPA’s. Two puppies.

I was impressed.

You built me up in those early days;

But oh, how you learned to tear me down.

How did it feel to admit,

That you were just scared to lose me?

You made me cry. Then you made me cry more.

Did you cloak drama as passion?

It worked, and you held it against me.

Missing you was harder than I thought.

You made me feel like you were the only one,

Who could ever leave me unalone,

Because who else would want me?

I look back with so much shame.

But I have to admit;

My life is so much richer now.

So I thank you sometimes,

Unalone, in my head,

For the deep void that you left in my life;

Because now it is filled.