baby
you really hurt me
I know you’re fine without me
in fact
better than ever
aren’t you?

so I guess I’ll go “home”
to the room called mine
it feels so juvenile
I am empty

I left a piece of myself
in the coolest little capital
another life left behind
what is home?

I’m so hard to please
I try my best
I know you’re right
I’ll do better on my own

I’m not regretful
I’m just dumbfounded
that my love was as thick as the morning fog
so dense
I couldn’t see through it

I realize now
you were a source of therapy
twenty-four months
maybe I helped you too

although
I understand baby
I’m a liability

and at the end of the day
we’re so far off each others pages
that it’s hard to believe
we were ever on the same one