Am I the reason you’re so silent now,
Truth be told and not your version, or mine, of the truth,
Write the same poem again
Or tell me, in truth,
That we’re both worth saving,
That you ran for a good reason.
Will you stay gone forever this time,
And is it any different?
You wouldn’t know how much’ve change I’ve endured,
Or the shape of my beard anymore
Without you to convince me I should shave,
I’m healthier with you here, believe it or not.
I hope you’re safe,
No matter what I wrote.
I wish you’d say hello,
If nothing else.