somewhere between

somewhere between
august 27th and october 30th
i knew i would have to leave you
for someone else

it was not anything you did
or anything you said
rather,
it was the things i didn’t do
and the things i didn’t say

i let myself
detach
from your emotions
and when you looked at me and said,
“i wish we could meet down the road,
sometime when i won’t be me and you
won’t be you, but rather
someone new”

i agreed.

somewhere between november 20th and november 29th
i left you for someone else
and i did not cry
and neither did you
but you told me stories of
suicidal ideations and
the loss of
your mind

and i wondered if my detachment was the cause
then i wondered if i was being presumptuous
so now, somewhere between march 7th and april 27th
i wonder if your mind ever healed itself
or if you are still lost
within this great big world
you once taught me
to love