Technically, it was I who did the
leaving.
I couldn't take all the running in
place,
Couldn't take you wanting to run away.
Whatever “us” was
(and for a while, it was fun,)
Lives an afterhalflife as a ghost of a
memory,
Decaying and moving further away
Without ever actually going anywhere.
As our anniversary approaches,
I might move closer to the memory,
But make no mistake,
I didn't kill a lifetime in a parallel
universe
Waiting to come back to you.
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