When M... left (I)

When I was in my late 20s a very close friend moved away. I loved him in many ways, and was heartbroken, but never said anything ... This is about friendship, loss, love and the stupidity of silence

When you left
Stood out in the crisp dark
You must have forgotten yourself…

You had.
Part of you stays and, I think,
Only on returning, you can find your self again.

But I think wrong.
You took yourself with you
Maybe to find yourself too.
And the space you left
Will be too small to hold you
Now.