You loved me the way my father loves my mother–obligatory and seasonal.
Like an exemplary, deserving employee waiting years for a promotion that may never come
But unlike my mother, I chose to leave.
To leave behind what suffocates me,
What silences my spirit,
What drains me.
Because I want a love that awakens me,
A love that is more concerned with “us” and “we,”
A love that fuels me,
A mutualistic love,
Where both parties are beneficiaries,
And no one is left empty.