“ And now the torch
And shadows lead
Were it not so black and not so hard to see
How can it help you when you don’t know what you need
How can anybody set you free?”
[Sisters of Mercy, Torch]
You know what hurts the most about leaving something/someone you loved behind? When you are forgotten in return.
I left, but I never forgot. I passed along the torch, but I didn’t expect to be discarded like carrying it never mattered.