Leaving

I have always hated people leaving me
They came knocking persistently
Until I let them in, only to stay a few moments
Then pack up and leave
I remember each moment
The pre-k bff who found more colorful pals
The cousin drowned by grief
High school best friend who found somebody else
The uncle and aunties who stopped calling
And the parents, who shelved all emotion
These days, I am the one who leaves
Pieces of me are spread out across three continents and myriad countries
With barely a backward glance for
I finally understand the truth
I am the only one who will stay

Author: Saatoe

A Ghanaian expat trying to adult in Europe. I write to work through the ramblings of my mind. Many references to therapy, work etc. Joy is spontaneity, love, laughter, plants and laughter. View all posts by Saatoe