Called to the Light

Lit Up — November’s Prompt: 55er

My love, how could you let the light seduce you?
I yearn to follow you into that glorious beacon.
Feelings shroud me; despair, loss, heartache, anger, forgiveness.
You should’ve let me ease your pain.
But you chose to leave us.
Now they only have me.
I remain for them.
They miss you.
We grieve.
Abandoned.