How could I have been so blind to your suffering?
I saw you struggling and I caught your tears,
but I bandaged them as surface wounds
never noticing how deep they cut into you
And now they pierce right into your heart and I am left
You finally said enough was enough
that you would pursue your happiness elsewhere
and I am left wondering how I never seemed to see
how truly unhappy you were here
I brushed away your small actions as if meager complaints
and I laughed until you smiled
but you never mentioned that you weren’t smiling inside
Was I so blind as not to see that you were hanging on by a thread?
I fed you encouraging words but it seems I could not feed you happiness
that is something you must forage for yourself
something you have yet to find
So you say that you are leaving
and I am left here to carry on with my life
as if nothing terrible has happened
to pick up the pieces and try again
haunted by the simple thought:
how could I have been so blind?