Why I Left
Everything changed
The world has changed
And with change comes resistance.
When She died
He couldn’t handle
The sudden change
And so everything changed.
He would spit fire,
Breathing fire
His words were fire
The fire would touch my face
and gift me tears
And the flames would rise
And burn my dreams
And reduce my hopes to
Ash
When she left
We both grieved
Of course we grieved
How couldn’t we grieve?
Who wouldn’t grieve
When someone like Her
Was whisked away?
Though I couldn’t grieve,
Not well at the least
Because His grief
Singed his heart.
He couldn’t have
His form of grief
Without being cruel
And pausing my grief.
So although that was home,
I had to leave.
How could I live
In a house on fire?
And although my leaving
May break his heart
And turn the heat up higher,
I couldn’t take it
When the flames would punish me
For something that wasn’t my fault.
And so His fire
And the immediate change
Made that place unlivable.
His actions made that home into
Merely a house full of things I once knew.
And I have nothing left for me in this town
If I burn this bridge
Using His fire.
And so I take my things,
However burned they may be,
And take my remains of grief,
And my ashy remains of whatever is left
From before He spit fire
And before She left,
And everything changed,
And I ran and I ran
Into the night.
I may forgive him
In the far future,
But for now I will leave
And find a real home.