I Left Poem by Phil Soar

Leaving home at seventeen, seemed like the thing to do
On my own, I ventured to a home I built for two
But very soon the 'two' became a single solitary me
I'm still alone, and in that home, and I am forty-three

With emptiness comes sorrow, and the symptoms of remorse
But why should I feel sad when my emotions blew off course?
It should have been a minor 'blip' that taught me how to cope
Not one of hurt and worry, and the thought that there's no hope

So now I see the error of my ways, I aim to see
A better world where I can manage feelings inside me
And when the person comes along, that lifts my very soul
Maybe I will leave again and set up a new home