I packed my bags in the night time.
Just the things I really need.
I won’t need much were I’m going
I have never had much that I need.
I pass by my car in the darkness; my key chain lies on the floor.
I’m filled with a sense of longing to snatch them and head for the door.
I will run back into our bedroom; throw all my bags to the ground.
But what I want will never happen.
You have never really wanted me around.
I have always been a space holder.
The ship you never cared if sailed.
I have always been the one longing, reaching out to be held.
So as I disappear into the night time
My boots scrap rocks on the floor
I understand what alone is.
And I don’t want to be alone anymore.