Legacy

How can one cease to exist without death?
I did. Like a conjuror’s trick,
I vanished.

But there were no illusions, no smoke or mirrors,
I was gone.
If I had died,
I would have at least spared her
The knowledge that I chose to go.

Wasn’t I the one man who was supposed to love her,
Always. Selflessly.
Without condition?
My legacy remains, stubbornly present,
Constantly there, in a way that I never was.

I didn’t just leave her,
I left an empty space,
I left grief, burdensome and impossible to mourn.
I left her un-anchored to the world,
I set her adrift.

I didn’t just leave her,
I left her distrusting of generous souls.
I left her to make a trail of broken hearts,
Of lovers that would never reach her.
How could she expect them to stay, when I didn’t?

I didn’t just leave her,
I left her with her mother, twisted with hate,
I left someone itching to teach her,
About the futility of love,
And the inevitability of absence.

I left her alone,
Even long after I walked away.

I left my girl, but she never left me.

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