wanderlust

"do you still walk the streets at night
with that wanderlust you fight
back to the corner
where we went
our separate
ways"

i thought about it for long moments today. i wondered if you miss me at all. if something inside of you regreted it. if you wished you could take it back. as much as it pains me, and it does ever so constantly, you can't. you can't change it. but i do miss you sometimes. i wish i could hear you say what i always wanted you to. you never stopped. not once. i knew i was a time killer. but i was happy being your favorite thing to do. and i miss so much knowing that. but mostly today i wondered if you had these moments too. moments when you glance back and see me, right where you left me. no longer waiting for you to come back to that spot, but now waiting for someone else to walk with. and when you do make it back around (and i am sure you will) will you be sad that i'm not there to love you with all the unquestioning desire of a young southern girl? and will we ever meet half way even so very swiftly ever again? it's not a thing i hope for, nor now a thing i protest. but i have to admit, my biggest fear is never seeing you again.