so why is it that it hurts so much when people leave?
is it because you left that one dreary night, your suitcase dragging behind you, with no explanation?
is it because your husband left not three weeks later, after another one of your fights?
when does the hurt begin to fade?
it's been twenty, fifteen, thirteen, ten years but my heart still mourns the departure of every person i have ever loved.
i weep for meaning, which i seem to have left at the bottom of your beer can along with my innocence.
