My goodness how I miss the way it felt to watch the water,
To be tired by noon,
To feel all the little minerals pick me up from underneath,
Letting me stay floating there.
How I miss all the ways you said you loved me with your roars,
The quiet drag before you let go,
The rage as you came back.
There’s so many questions running through my mind but the biggest one is
Why didn’t I stay with you darling?
Why did I choose to run away when I knew I’d always
Come right back to you?