Would you shed a tear for me beyond the path that you outlined for me long ago?
Had I sidelined your intentions for me and abandoned conventions for the sake of freedom and free will, would you think badly of me?
Where did I go that day when I walked out of that door, leaving you behind in the dusty sunlight?
Wishful thinking tells you that I never left, but your eyes tell you otherwise.
I haven’t written to you in a while and I don’t know if a simple letter would suffice, but it will have to do.
I just wanted to tell you that I left but I didn’t disappear, and that I am walking but not running away and that I still think about you even though I hardly think.
