I was still a dreamer
When you left me in the spring
Held my thoughts together
With tightly rolled up string

I always had the answers
But fate’s a funny thing
Her thread caught on a bird
With no faith in her wings

I packaged all your things
And I keep them on the floor
And you’re still here with me
But it doesn’t feel like it anymore

And it’s okay, of course it’s okay
That you need to walk away
I know you need the space and time
But please, if you don’t mind

I’ve got letters on the shelves that I can’t reach
Full of words that would have held you close to me
There’s a home dismembered, packaged nice and neat
In the boxes labeled “all that we could be”

When you go
Next time you go
This time, just go
And take it home with you