Left.

Not every time they leave
have you been left.

Away.

Please stop coming back
into my head;
My heart.
You’re really so much better at going away.

This Is Leaving

I remember a restlessness in the wake of heartbreak;
a skittering of sadness beneath my skin
an unsettled urge to chase the fleeting happiness
to chase your burning taillights
to follow their trail through the hole in my chest
to run away from here
to never again forget how to set myself free.