Last December I drove 13 hours to spend 2 days in Atlanta
with no intent to stay any longer
If you had asked,
I had to “fix some issues back home”
there was nothing wrong there.

Two days earlier I had signed my summer away
I didn’t tell anyone
New York had called.
Guilt overwhelmed me
I had betrayed my love

Nobody requested my return
and although they were happy to see me
they told me I shouldn’t have
-but it meant a lot to them-
that’s not why I went back
It was only for mental health

As I veil my own personal insecurities and suffering
behind a selfless and insignificant gesture
intending to bring nothing back with me
I feel that Orpheus would have done the same