and back again.

and back again.

you can't choose
what moves you
or who

started dreaming
again
haltingly
moving forward
through the morass

started believing
I was worthwhile

why did you
work so hard
if all you wanted
was my faith?

you didn't need to
bring me with you
halfway, stranded.

you could have had it
with my blessing.
it's obviously
serving you
better
than it ever did me.