Blown away sorrows, 
Seep through pillows, 
Was I mad was I sad
When I came with no “hi”s 
And left with no “goodbye”s

The place is close by,
But I walk back I drive past
I duck away to avoid pests of regrets

Never able to cut open
The memories endeared 
 In its own empty crust. 

So I look toward future with lust
Afraid of the going back
Afraid of the circling into myself
Fastened into idealized past.

Nobody ever come back this way, 
Nothing ever stay the same, 
None ever let their sentiments sway,
Not my fights not my thoughts not my defeats
not even me.