Finding Its Way Back

When we parted our ways part of me went with you.
And when you told it to leave it wanted to stay,
But knew better than that.
On its way back it is taking all the detours,
just trying to take time away from being with me once more instead of you.
Getting lost,
Taking unknown turns,
Forgetting its way back home to me.

It is lost now only on the edge of the city,
Its pain very little.
Only minutes from me,
yet keeping a distance.
Longing for a last good bye that wouldn't shove it out the door in shock.
Just that would have pleased it.

Now it is at the edge of the wide winding road that leads to my house.
Knowing better than to look back until it gets here.
Its wounds from falling out the door are just scratches now and will heal quickly,
but will always keep the fond memories.
Because other than getting it out the door the way you did,
you left it with no nightmare to remember at dusk,
only dreams that I still wish wont fade like the smallest star.

Only out side the door,
It looks back knowing it is safe,
All to find a silver line followed it all the way.
It could find you again,
And wait for you in the pink-orange twilight each day.
But now it beaks a promise and gives up.
And now it feels light but no where near faint.
It feels stronger than on its travels home.
Knocks on the door,
Knowing that it will be fine sometime soon.
It is glad we are still friends.


I'm very sorry if this hurt anyone at all because it certainly wasn't meant to. I just really needed to write. Please leave a comment if you liked it and what you liked about it, because talking about writing always makes me almost feel whole on its own.And to who this was meant for please forgive me that I wrote it if it bothers you then send me a message and I can take it down.But truly I'm just glad we are still friends. :)