One POETRY/RELATIONSHIPS/MENTAL HEALTH
When Leaving Is Your Next Best Step
For sanity’s sake
I called, no response, I texted
no response, I came to your door and knocked,
Three days later I found out you had died —
on the inside
When you sent me that note,
followed by three dots.
It was for me to discover that you could no longer
love me for me, give to me
as I have selflessly given to you,
treat me as your friend, as family.
There was no more a place for me —
you filled it with emptiness,
talking about therapy, and your need to know —
to find answers from between the cushions of the couch.
Since then, still lost, still dead.
© I. Trudie Palmer
Sometimes we really cannot help and the best thing to do is to leave.