I watched you leave
from the balcony.
Red lights,
receding into the dark.
As you drove
away,
for the final time,
all I felt
was relief.
Not of anger
or bitterness,
but
pride.
I deserved
better.
Though we failed
to imbue, all
we once were,
your betrayal
leaves no stain.
For in your heartless
and indifferent
escape.
I
am still
here.