Being left behind, a poem
They kept becoming better people. More certain, more loved, more real
There was a time it seemed possible to follow
Waiting in the ruins of something that once was home
Sometimes someone still appears and some pathetic hope returns
But they only glance back before returning to their lives
One of them has already left for the last time, It just was not known then
Everyone else kept growing. Something here failed
Soon this place will be gone
Part of me wants to get ahead of it
Become inhuman enough that being left behind is not cruel
It's just correct