Written by Dennis Harvell
The Inventory of the Debt
I didn’t walk away to punish you.
I walked away to settle my own accounts.
For a long time, I thought endurance meant staying in the room
While the oxygen was slowly being drawn out.
You view my exit as a sudden, sharp betrayal.
I view it as a quiet return to my own baseline.
You are keeping track of what you lost when I closed the door.
I am keeping track of what I saved.
