"I have overgrown this town"
You said one day to me
I was puzzled, thinking
We're not even larger than a tree

The next day
You packed your bags
Took my hand and spilled,
"This place isn't for me"
Left behind, then it's for me apparently

The wavering silence of your departure
Left not a hole but a wonder in my soul
Asked myself a hundred thousand times more
"What were you looking for?"