Musings

I fear letting you go means some part of me goes too, gone with you out the door and forever down that road. A road I can not follow, you'll just leave us all behind, and it kills me just to wonder where it is leading. Curiosity killed the cat, and mines now killing me, why didn't you take me with you? Where have you gone? My mind begins to fill and swell with words and memories better left forgot, words fill all the left over space drowning and no space to breathe in, and no place left to exhale. I fear where you have gone that I have lost the direction of my own way, I hope that where you are is safe, so much that I have put myself in danger. I tried to pull you up but caught myself in the brambles of this woe. How is it you can walk away, is it you never look back? Sometimes it makes me wonder just how you do that. It seems to make you heartless but perhaps you are all the more wise?