After a year, I was exhausted of myself,
Of synthetic hellos and light back patting hugs,
Venomous compliments and backwards tongues.
Come what may but I walked away,
Walked into a solitude that hid behind trees
Lingered under beds with beady eyes.
I entered into it knowing that this is its time,
That separation and anxiety don’t have to be linked.
I can accept I had to let a part of myself stay behind.