When you left
I was so angry
so frustrated
that you weren’t brave enough to stay
to fight
to combat your injustice and win.
You just fled
a thief in the dark
and everybody
could make whatever lesson out of you
that they wanted to.

I wished you
had the courage of your convictions
to remain with me
where I could have helped
keep your demons at bay
and claim victory
from the grasp of insane odds.
I knew we could do it
if you’d only stuck around.

But you didn’t
and I proved no braver than you.
I could have joined you
been your boon companion
in your further adventures
but I was as much afraid as you
– more.

Knowing what you faced at home
you were willing to dare the unknown
while I
was unable to consider it.
You faced demons
I failed to imagine
and I think that was really why
I was so angry
so frustrated
so furious at you for leaving:
You presented my fear
in stark relief against
your willingness
to approach anything new.
You were the one
and you were gone.

Damn you.
Be safe.
I miss you.