I'm a little sorry, but mostly

it's your turn now.

I was flat on the hot stones

to allow you safe passage.

Do you feel the true burn now?

My feet are aching in ways

you never had to feel,

That was my life, that suffering.

I wanted to spare you always

though you'd never spare me,

not even the slightest inconvenience.

You said you loved me

(yes, another lame love poem)

And I made the gravest mistake

in believing you.

Now I'm letting you hang in

that space you created.

Welcome, because this is our void,

the one I died in

all those years.

Goodbye, my love.