Do you regret how much you gave to me?
When my heart was cracked and empty,
you used yours to fill the spaces.
Each half stitch another link between us.

When I left, did that confuse you?

You call more than I want you to,
and I wonder if you realize you sewed yourself to me,
not the other way around.
You laid anchor while I continued to sail,
you stopped to take in the view while I continued to search.

I know you miss me, I can feel it.
I see it in the lonely texts at 1am
and the pet names I don’t want.

But I am gone,
a feather carried on the back of raindrops,
and I want you to feel the same.

I want you to soar, not sink
like someone who forgot how to breathe,
or why.