As you travel and I stay
I watch and wonder how I manage to let you go at all
I would rather be the leaver than the one left
Send me a memory
Send me your love
I’m lonely here tonight in the silence
No memory, no love
Your heart is too out of reach even for this passionate one
I ache for you one thousand miles away
I’m tired of being alone and in love with a traveler
I’m disquieted by my own heart, swelled in lust and desperation
I could hold onto your jacket as you head out the door
Next time
I could beg, beg you to stay
Traveling lover, you would still leave
Less of me would be here, left
Less of me is left
Cease holding me, leave me be
Loving myself less and less for staying
My soul steps me toward the door
Preserving what's left
I leave.
-Victoria Hart
