[whateverittakes]

so, he leaves people behind
that’s what he does.
walks away without looking back
shuts the door, smiles,
pretends it does not affect him
and sometimes it doesn’t.
locks himself tight
every muscle carefully carved into stillness
there’re more important things than people, he says
everytime.
over the years he collects
a litany of broken hearts
they forget him, too, with time;
by the end of it they ask him
was it worth it? is it what you want?
looking back he doesn’t have an answer
by the end of it
he finds himself at the start.