You know one too

You know the roads that took you here,
the burnt bridges that mark your passage.

There is no going back, no being overtaken
by those you have chosen to leave behind. Most

only brushed the skin of your existence, but
some seemed to have burrowed through, only now

revealed to have offered no symbiosis, shallow folk
made arrogant by money, their self-assurance

sucking sustenance from your vitality,
bolstering their weaknesses with your strength.