7,200. Miles I put behind me to find you distraught and return you safely. So many miles to give that final piece.
The only way to find a place beside you and be true to the promise you wouldn't keep. Half spent alone in motion unto unknowns. Thoughts and miles passing. Through and beneath. Questioning my reasons but onward any way. The second half spent beside both in silence and smiling. While hurts were relived and answers heard. You bide time and got home safely unmolested, safe and sent me on my way. No act, no course, no quality in me to return your warmth. And that part in me broke completely. A selfless act doing more damage than good was the act that ruined my ability to believe in love. Not enough. Too much? In the end. Never me. But at least you were okay. Good deeds and love... Separate things.