Listless Endeavors in Poetry

What a difference there is
In a decade.
From a single bedroom
Drab carpet and a used couch.
Bowls of rice for our empty stomachs
And penniless pockets.
Our meager gains from
Our listless endeavors.
Our self-imposed poverty
Was no home.

Then I left.
Or, at least you said I did.
I did, didn’t I?

To save us.
You didn’t wait.

I saved myself.