I sometimes wonder why you were often too afraid to meet my eyes when we were in public.
Were my clothes too scruffy and did I look too unkempt to be associated with you?
Was it because I get too carried away when I talk and my emotions light up my face as if they cannot be contained.
Maybe because I tried to hold you tight and keep you safe.
Even though I would love to sit down by your side and ask all the questions I have bottled up, I understand that I may never see you again.
i understand that I may not get any closure from them so the words that iwright are my goodbyes
