Lost

Please tell me  Little Girl

Where you think you’ll go?

You try to leave so stoically

Though pained escape you show

You’ve: packed, moved, left endlessly

To motion and what for?

Doll, there ain’t no place

That you haven’t been before?

You still lookin’ for that cabin, Gal?

In the woods and far away

A space that’s calming/ still

You “say” a spot you’d finally stay

I’ve watched ya leave, my Dear

Between there and here, for years

Fighting my please, “come backs”

Harder so to hold back tears

Friend, no wonder you don’t write

With each journey you contrived

You can’t notion sending word

When one’s never once arrived

So again you walk away, Sweetheart

Out of sight though not my mind

In pursuit of unmarked ending

(The only thing you ever find)

I will always be here, Love.

Even though you’ll never learn

That you don’t need to wander off

So that I’ll welcome your return