the hard part isn't missing you.

that's easy

the hard part is knowing

that you left without saying goodbye

and when you took off

you brought enough fuel to last the night

packed food and water,

enough to sustain you 'til you adapted

but you never once thought about home,

about us,

about me.

so i guess the hardest part then,

is knowing that i had my chance the whole time,

and never took it.