You left, just like that
without so much as a warning.
You were scared of the world; you gave me up so easily.
But somewhere you were happy. You were free, you felt relieved; from me, from the ‘restrictions’.
But was I? Did you ask once? You didn’t look back once.
I stayed here, waiting, waiting for a presence, for comfort, for a message, for a 'I’m sorry’ or a ‘I want to come back’, I was here waiting for you.
I don’t know how many times I opened our messages just to write those words ‘I miss you’ only to erase them immediately, because what’s the point?
You are gone, it’s over.