I see your face sometimes. I see your big, dark eyes. I see your long, tangled hair. I know you’d laugh at all the right things. I see the fingerprints of your messes. I see the traces of you I would find when you’ve long gone. Sometimes I feel the rhythm of your heartbeat in my dreams.
But this is not a world to leave you, these are not the people I could ask you to save. Whatever emptiness is inside of me when I feel your absence is a fair price to keep you out of this place. You deserve better, more than this mess we’ve left for you.