The One Who Left (Poem)

I am the one who did not look back.

I did not see you standing there ,

Your hand on the screen door,

Like you held it open for my return.

I am the one who threw your letters away.

I did not read your scrawled descriptions of daily life,

Your address still at our old house,

Like you considered me briefly away on a trip.

I am the one who flung our promise in the dirt.

I never looked down at the line on my finger,

The lighter outline itself still a ring,

Like you retained a connection through my skin.

I do not miss you.

I do not think of you.

I do not remember your name.

I am the one who left.