We look over our shoulders for familiar faces.
Accustomed to seeing them with outstretched hands.
Some with want some with empowerment.
We turn around to see only familiar strangers.
Everyone takes journeys.
Some far away, some close to home.
All of them justifying destruction with their broken promises and broken hearted love songs.
Familiar faces drive further away in new cars with old tags until they become only a break in the horizon line.
And there are those that are left behind to wonder if they will ever come back.
They don't..they never will.