Leavers

I sewed a smile,

as I heared you say,

say that you were leaving,

pursuing a better life.

Was I not enough? 

I'd made you laugh,

with jokes and bucket-list pranks,

but the inevitable contemporary

feeling still crept under my skin.

Couldn't you feel that, too?

I watched as you turned away,

shouldering that duffel bag,

your 'lucky pack', with not a care in the world.

Wouldn't you care about me?

Had you ever cared?

Because you left me.

And I left myself.