I wanted to say before I left.
That you were the one for me,
that you are all I ever dream about,
that no matter how you feel,
for me it will always be you.
I wanted to say how much you taught me,
how much I love all in you,
the good and the bad.
How I would linger over what I said
and how I would regret not staying
and wish you were here now.
But what hurt the most about leaving
was not watching you leave
and choosing to watch myself
close the door and walk away.
And what hurt the most about being gone
was that I just wanted to come back
because it was always you for me,
but it was never me for you.
Mar Fresno