It is always darker before the dark. I followed you in and was left behind. You traced circles around me to justify your failed reality, so what we did was wasting time. There were others that bought your story and gave you options. All you needed was an excuse, a proxy for your release. I leaned in closer to the flame and laid down on the ground. You didn't come back for me. 

It is here that we pretend nothing happened. 

I was your vindication.