I feel you rolling away from me like an unattended four-wheeled
suitcase on a ramp.
I can see you moving away right before my eyes, but it’s already too
late.
I reach out, desperately trying to hold you close to me for as long
as possible, but it’s no use, you’ve built up enough speed to slip away.
I begin to chase after you, but immediately realize you slipped away
for a reason: I didn’t care about you enough anymore.
I couldn’t stand it anymore and I just let go.
I was kidding myself into believing I hadn’t done it on purpose, but
I had.
I hope there’s someone at the bottom of the ramp to grab you,
cushioning your fall or preventing it completely.
I look down and you’re almost out of sight.
I’m alone now.
I glance around me and suddenly realize that’s exactly how I feel: alone.
I look down hoping to still be able to see you, but I can’t.
You’ve left me.
