I should have been happier to see you.
Deep down, I was. Your sweet smile,
And loud laugh - so unique, so filling.
But I was hoping you were gone -
Already in flight.
With your departure, we could count
On the absence of an ill-tempered,
Ill-managed soul.
And not that you should carry the
weight all your own,
But - to an extent - you have;
and we’ve all come to rely on you
as the buffer.
I know it eats your soul.
Sleepless nights. Your skin crawls.
I’m not sure how, but find your light.
Run to it. Embrace it.
Show the courage you require of me.
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