Go Alone

Very short kinda poem

Will this end?
This persistent hold you have over me.
I've grown up away from you.
Somehow, my mind still wanders to your hands.

Hands holding mine, pushing me away.
I see myself alone, holding little hands, begging you to see.
You could never; you chose your happiness over ours.

Now you see me, them, and us.
A world away, five minutes down the street.
You stay, and I'll go.
I'll take the burden for you, as I always have.

Please let me go.