I could message you
Go back to when you would help
But the thoughts filling your mind
I shouldn’t add
To your list
A burden
All that’s left behind
I’ve left my shell behind
And now I visit
Hoping soon
It will be fine to be back
Yet it feels like that day will never come

Two years
Till I officially
Can leave
Two years
Till you say you will
Move across the country
Two years
Seems very far away
In
Two years
Many things can change