I let you go

I see you on Walker Street
head down, pushing a pram
bag slung over your shoulder
you used to say you couldn’t wait
to leave this place
your bags were packed
when I saw you at the station
but you kept coming back
to the emptiness inside
pushing me away
said you didn’t need help from anyone
you said that kiss behind the bus shelter
was your biggest mistake
you screamed it
so the whole world knew
that I let you go