I was left,
left in a dark place.
It wasn’t your fault,
but perhaps I let blame settle on you anyway.

All through that time I spent there,
I dreamed of a safety that I’ve never had the luxury of enjoying.
And that safety always came in the encirclement of your arms.

But you never came,
you never saved me.
And now as I enjoy freedom,
you still aren’t there.

I know,
somewhere deep within myself,
that I only accuse you of  manufacturing my pain
because I know I am the real culprit.