I have a character in a current work-in-progress who makes the observation that “sometimes when you push someone away, they actually go.”
It sparked a poem. Enjoy! (But, as always, don’t steal. Be cool.)
One day you’ll open those eyes and
I won’t be there.
One day you’ll come home famished but
There won’t be food.
One day you’ll need a listener
it won’t be me.
One day you’ll push me away and
I’ll really go.