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.