I have no right to feel abandoned. I’m the one leaving, after all. It doesn’t matter why, or where I’m going, or that I have no choice but to leave. It doesn’t matter that this is home, has been my home, and I’m leaving with nowhere to go, really.

It really couldn’t matter less, because I was leaving with you.

Until you decided to stay. And you know, you know that I can’t.

I can’t stay, but I can’t leave, because leaving here is leaving you.

I can’t hate you for making me leave you behind.

But I can’t help but think that this is you leaving me first.