As we part ways
branching into our own journeys,
I look back to see if you look back at me to..
When I stop and stare,
Waiting for any response,
I only see your head held high
never skipping a beat,
i feel foolish
for going on this long.
without the same care.
Without any desire for me.
I look forward
Memories rewinding in my head
Playing back the tape
To keep me company
On my journey ahead.