The first one to leave,

Left but came back.

A short separation,

A month or so spent in black.

And when the first one returned,

I thought that was it;

I thought I had learned.

The second to leave,

They came back too,

Then left again,

And again, and again, and again,

And again....

Then they left for good and

Left with a crash.

Words that left third degree burns,

Turned parts of my heart into ash.

The third one to leave,

Left without a word.

A sudden absence, a cold shoulder,

The end of our friendship insured.

Fool that I am,

I ran after them.

I may as well have been

Chasing a ghost.

Though it had happened before,

This betrayal hurt the most.

The fourth one to leave,

Left behind quite a mess.

Left me broken and bruised

No more...no less.

I stumbled along, trying to restart

Pulling myself together,

Simultaneously falling apart.

The fifth to leave,

Left without warning-

Much like the third had done.

We’d been through so much,

But when the going got tough,

I guess what we had been through

Just wasn’t enough.

The sixth one to leave,

Left right out of the blue sky....

Blamed me for my problems,

For sometimes wanting to die.

They packed up and walked away,

Faster than I had the chance

To ask them to stay.

By this point, I felt that I was nothing,

But a forgotten toy shoved under a bed.

A list of who might leave next,

Like a virtue, filled my head.

Completely alone and gathering dust.

Where I once was so naive and loyal

now I’m unable to trust...

Then the seventh started to back away

Again with no warning

Again with me begging they stay.

Just like all the times before,

I cried and pleaded for answers,

Only to be ignored.

After all of this, I thought I’d be okay.

I thought I’d be prepared,

In case someone else decided to walk away.

Regardless of who...

I just never thought

The next one to leave would be you.