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.
