Growing Up

I just realized
I’m not waiting for you.

I sort of hate that.
But it’s done.

It was a sort of grieving period
After you left.

But it’s done now.

Obviously I can’t be trusted
In a time of grief.

I acted out
Like a child.

But maybe that’s what all this is:
Growing up.

The one thing I’m not very good at.

But hey,
I’ve never done it before.

You’re one of the few,
Who would cut me some slack.

You didn’t abandon me,
I see now.

We both needed this.