Injury

In the morning you took pretty pictures
before you told me you were leaving
that night. And then you went away
very quickly to someone I didn't know
but had prayed for. The father of my children
and a best friend closed the door on so many
years of never looking back. How strange
I thought that life would give me this
pain I would never recover from nor want to.
I will always remember you before the injury
and afterwards for how fiercely you fought
to live whole again. You never left the children.
You only left me.