Clumsily stumbling around,
With two feet dancing poorly,
Awkwardly approaching I,
Force you to feel uncomfortable.
Uncoordinated and frustrating,
You find me so.
Easily, confidently abandoning,
Left behind, left for dead,
Dancing with two left feet,
Positioned by your heart,
To try to catch it.
I am all that’s left here,
Dancing in a darkening room,
Dawning comprehension,
No sunrise to be seen though.
You were right to go,
Needed comfort and the norm,
The standard for easier days.
You are right.
I am left.