I’m trying so hard to walk away from you but how can I if I’m still attached to every single part of you.
When I left her door I thought she’d try to stop me and we might be reconciled. The wind bellowed through our clothes, I thought she’d ask me not to go, and as she uncrossed her legs to get up I thought she’d come to call me back. But she didn’t try to stop me and she didn’t ask me to stay; she didn’t call me and she didn’t ask me to come back. I walked away slowly and the distance between us grew steadily, till our separation became finite.