What will you choose:
> Jealousy
> Change
> Codependency

As long as I can remember,
the two of us stand together,
hand in hand,
basked in light.
Through shade or sun,
darkness or light,
despair or joy,
one thing never changed:
always,
the two of us,
side by side.

But things do not stay the same.

You moved on ahead of me.
The light has shifted
from us to you.
You are far ahead.
Your smile is lit up,
you are glowing,
you are radiant.
You look back at me,
unaware
that I stand in the shadows,
hand outstretched,
left behind.

And I remember that you do not belong with me.
And I remember that you cannot be made happy by my hand.
And I remember that I do not know all of you.

Don’t leave me, I want to say,
Don’t abandon me, I want to say,
Don’t forget me, I want to say.

I am happy for you. I am.
(Am I?)
(Why then do my eyes only see the shadows that surround me, thick as grief?)

The old harsh voice is back.
I hate myself for seeing only the shadows.
I hate myself for wanting things to stay the same, forever.
I hate myself for wanting you.
(Again? When will I learn?)

It is time to return to my roots.
Remember.

I have lost a light.
But I have not lost you.
I have lost a light.
But a new light will be found.
I have lost a light.
But maybe it is time for me to create my own.