Did you tell me that
You were sick of this place?
Well, you won't
Have to tell me anymore,
Because you ran away.
At least we know
That you're alive,
Because you didn't leave
Anything behind.
I wrote this for National Poetry Writing Month in 2012. It was poem 28. I wrote it after a good friend of mine ran away because he'd been bullied in school. It was actually a really long time before I was able to reconnect with him. As far as I know, he's alright now though.
