Looking Back

Good-bye was never mentioned but; It was Good-bye just the same. I told myself not to look back and I didn’t except; The inside me did and still looks back to this very day. A curse woven by a mountain she wolf perhaps; And me the ever elusive coyote; Chancing the nights away; I often laughed but it wasn’t ever play. She told me she sometimes; Saw me as angel; But the devil; He’s an angel too; I saw her desperate and standing; “All alone against the world outside” But it was only a heat I thought and; The Philly she’s sure to run. And where was the love she once asked. And when I left I thought; I was running from the devil; But I think I was running from myself