I am Odysseus;
the traveler, the seeker,
and with you in mind I braved
two months that felt like twenty years

And here I am now,
on an all too familiar shore,
alone on landfall, yearning for home
but Penelope has lost her patience;

There is no warmth to be found here,
only a strung bow and a deserted bed.
Dashed dreams and the forgotten future
appear in place of my heart’s destination

Yes, I was the one who left
but you never left my thinking mind

Yes, I was the one who left
but you were the one to abandon me