I couldn’t see the expression on your face.
Hopefully it didn’t resemble
The one fixed on mine since you left.
Did you need freedom?
Did you need to get away from the world?
Or from me?
Was it written in the stars
That you’d walk out tonight?
And can I wish you back?
The struggles we’ve faced,
So different,
Yet they’ve made us
So much the same.
I ache to cry
But the tears refuse to fall.
Perhaps because the hardest tears to shed
Are tears of reality.
Age 17