And at this point,
I don't know what to do with myself.

I find that I can't stop chasing memories.

Whether or not I should stay,
Is unknown.
But the thought of going back,
Following you into the forest every night,
Teases me
As I watch the sun set,
And the moon rise.

Hiding from the stars.
Tempting me
With your sweet eyes
And your long fingers
That with a snap,
Could break my heart once again.

Yet all I can tell myself,
Is that until I see you again
And follow right in your footsteps
I am lost.
And forever will be.