The Realisation

I used to see you, after you left. At the bus stop, at school, following me. Your stare accusing, but you never spoke, not for years. Then, once, you did. You leaned forward and I could feel no breath against my ear or the heartbeat against mine for I knew you were long gone. But I heard your voice, just three words “It’s your fault” And then you went. I didn't see you as often after that. But that was the day I knew.That was the day I started to hate myself.