Leaving

There is a draft building up in my bones

Grief slipping through the windows and doors

You are leaving me behind

(Because the people who care the most are always the ones that are left behind…)

I should have known by now that I always want more

I’ll take my axe and my pick and chip away until I can gobble up your soul

But you are leaving me behind

And there is no more time to do all the things we wanted to do

And there is no more time to become all the things I hoped we would be

And now we’ll never know

And this grief-like chasm cracks me open and leaves me exposed

And now I must remember again what it is like to be alone.