i find our parting
one moment i
find myself wanting
to celebrate for
freedom and
another moment
i find myself silently
weeping for
broken memories.
& i know you had
your chance,
(more than yours)
and i know i should
be running for the
hills, away from you,
and yet i find myself...
missing you.

will you tell me one thing?
[does this get any easier?]