What Did I Do? - Mel Afoa

Walking through the door to find out you fell out of love was hard.
Watching you walk out the door was harder.
I left my whole heart with you when you went away,
safely tucked away in your suitcase so you wouldn't know,
because I'm pretty sure if you saw it, you'd pierce it again.

Whatever happened to us, I really have no clue,
all I have is the memory of you kissing my forehead,
one tear slowly making it's way down your cheek,
your green eyes softly piercing my eyes and heart,
telling me you were leaving because love 'evident' between us anymore.

If I could rewind time, I'd definitely rewind it to the part where you told me this,
so instead of staying silent and letting you walk out the door,
I'd question you for answers and for a true reason why you were running away.
Since you left me, I've been trying to put things together, fit the puzzles back,
but I just can't seem to get it right.

What did I do? What did I say? Was it you? Was it me? Why did you really go?
Many questions linger in the air, dancing around me day and night.
I'm not looking for your comfort, for your arms to wrap around me again,
for your sweet kisses and gentle hugs, powerful advice and strong presence.

I'm just looking for a simple answer, an answer for my simple question,
What did I do?