A reason she demands, but walking away is not always so simple, I tell her it’s me I’m the reason. Her beeted face wails at the sound flooded with tears of how and why, she’ll never know why, and that’s alright. I’m stepping out her apartment, bag filled with essentials I convince a hug as her raw face flows lakes onto my chest. “I love you” this was a lie but just because love is void does not mean care is, especially now, I care for I wish not to break but remove someone from me. The door thuds, with a slide the wailings continue. Some say every lie is a tick off your soul, like a damning to a path of hollowness but I’ve come to find some lies are necessary. And with that thought I press on towards the stairs down.