Know this, my lost; It wasn’t you I left,
but my own ghost of doubt and disbelief.
And know that in my heart there lies a cleft,
which once was full of love but now holds grief.
Know you always were far too good for me;
they all said so and they were all so right.
And know even my own mother could see
that this was why I held so very tight.
Know that it hurt me more to leave you than stay.
But staying would have just hurt you instead.
And know I wish I’d seen another way.
But life seemed better with me gone or dead.
Know that I’m sorry for the hurt I caused,
and none of that was any fault of yours.