Maybe I should have stopped you as you headed towards the door.
I loved you
but at the time I loved my pride more.
You didn’t lie.
Everything you said about me was true,
but my pride was worth much more than losing you.
I knew I was being selfish but that didn’t matter to me.
Why should I have stopped you when you wanted to leave?
Winters were brutal.
They reminded me of you.
They mirrored the coldness I gave to you.