Alone

I left you alone.

Not in the usual way people think. I left you wondering what had changed. I left you to sit in your grief, looking for answers in that darkness you descend into where everything is strange and unfamiliar. I could say I lost my mind, but the truth is, I lost myself, and in doing so, I left you searching for where I had gone.

I left you alone to sort through the shards of a crumbled love and pick through what may be left, what may be still salvageable. To say that it was unintended seems of no consequence because I had left my mark, and it became a bruise that would never heal. A wound you had to nurse on your own.

I left you alone not because anger or indifference, but because I had to first learn how to heal myself. In the process, I learned how much I missed you, how much I would miss you, and, by how much I missed the point. You see, no one should have to sit in their pain alone, not when there was someone willing to sit there with you. It is a lesson I should have already known, I should have learned a long time ago, but instead, I left you alone.