You left me.
I asked you to come, you chose to stay behind.
I wondered where you were, what you were doing, who you were with…I worried.
I called, but you would never answer. I sent for you, but you would not come. I wanted you, but spent my days alone and wandering.
I worried.
Awakened Words 
I can relate to this sense of separation anxiety.. Is it only ourselves that worry? Somehow the one who is left seems fated to bear the burden of loss.
At first I read this as one speaker, then on a second perusal, I saw the sharp division between the voices which are each distinct and yet mirror each other in their human feeling. Cause and effect, love and loss, coming and going–two sides to every story indeed. So happy to see you at the 55, Mark, and to read your words.
At least you can/will say it — what you really feel. I like the back and forth, made clear by the title.
Wonderful piece, Mark. Long time no see.
Oh.. that sense of being abandoned. I do remember a few times when I thought that had happened… but these days we carry our phones and can back track every step.
Loss has more than one view. Even with leaving is necessary there is that chord that connects. Beautifully written.