Know This

 

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.

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