I loathe the fact you have gone
No goodbye, just a silence
Are you dead?
Are you ill?
I feel abandoned
Left to fend for myself
As if I can be so easily discarded.
I know life was not easy
I know you are pulled between the reality of life
And the fantasy across the water
Part of me is forgiving
Understanding of what you must be going through.
It would be for the best
To fade from one another
Leave behind so many memories,
Crawl back into the life we had once
The reality from which we tried to escape.
So, while I loathe what has happened
I accept what has to be.