Let’s get some time and distance between us, a little further than the mind can see. Just give me space to breathe. But you’re so stationary, this is getting heavy and I want nothing more than to see you. How are things back home when I’m gone? It’s getting safe to assume that you’re alone in the same spot where I left you, but I promise I’ll be there soon. My mind is set, there’s no turning back. My heart is lit and my bags are packed. You dropped me off in the pouring rain then trekked it back to your place. Drunk off boredom and apathy to have what you have you don’t need me. We give our all to hold onto things we should not miss. But the grip is never enough inside of broken fists. I do not miss.
