‘Don’t go’ he said
Yet still I left
But with me I carry those words,
Forever in my pocket
I don’t always peek, but I am aware they’re there.
They tell me I was loved, they show me I can hurt,
And they will evermore make me wonder –
Should I have thrown the world away to stay?

His words are destined to be lonely in my pocket
And because of that I carry them with care