It is okay to leave
Poems spit fire and lake water at those who walk from love
Veins bleed out pain and tears at the loss of the one thing that made the heart whole
But the tears of the one left behind don’t do justice to the story
The doubt of self as the back turned on what we thought was forever
The long nights with shame and questions drumming loudly from downstairs
April is the cruelest month
But maybe April was what showed the one who left
That they don’t have to hate the rain
It reminded them that they no longer had to ignore the voices calling and whispering
That the heart was lonely even when it wasn’t alone
It was okay to leave