you were

a constant presence in the dark recesses of my mind.

i needed you.

and you, me.

we would talk together

laughing

crying

whispering softly in the darkness

while our peers slept around us,

a gentle moth with its own light,

attracting fawning admirers. friends. lovers.

but i was your confidante.

social butterfly,

flitting easily from crowd to crowd,

i adored you then,

exalted, even idolized you,

but times have changed.

you have changed.

not what you used to be,

the die of fate tossed,

the autumn leaves fall from gloomy skies,

i, no longer your scurrying page.

having come into my own,

and watching you

with hardened eyes,

as you strode silently away.

--By Yue Lin, 'Leave.'

For a friend who left a long time ago.

The others feel your presence, need you, and sob heartwrenchingly at your departure. However, I do not. Am I heartless? Perhaps.

Or, maybe, you forgot me.

And, maybe, I do not care.

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