Leaving

When you left,
I didn't cry.
"Two years, no tears,"
someone said,
and so the tears I shed
were not for you.

I wrote to you often,
but I thought of you more.
When you returned,
I was scared.
That while I continued
to care,
you moved on.
Those fears remain
unrealized, but still.

I finally cried for you.

I cried when I was the one
who had to leave.