I am not the cold man
Who fled because it was easier than staying
Who wouldn’t listen
Who wasn’t willing to grow
Who never tried to make it workI am not the cold man
Who couldn’t stand the pressure
Who chose an easy way out
Who ran away from sufferingBut I am the cold man
Who is too sick of it all
To do anything but
Find his own warmth
Context (if you’re interested):
Someone in a recent interaction portrayed going your separate way as a type of cowardly retreat, and the idea for this poem came to show that that is not always the case.