In the end it was easy to leave you.

Your body burned on a raging fire

and I was told to not look back,

Although I would have, had I been told

that ghosts would then follow me home.

I would welcome those ghosts,

Offer them tea or something stronger 

Only for news of you. To know

How you were doing, how not living

Was treating you. But you returned

Like the waxing moon on a midnight sky

Like yet another affidavit to be drafted

Like the rising sun on an iridescent sea

Like the fever that finally breaks, you stayed.

You stay. Here. Right here by my side.

It is never easy to leave you.