When I wanted to stay

I’ve been here. Shoulders squared, bag slung. Do you know how many times I’ve walked away. Often, when I wanted to stay. I left you, once. When I wanted to stay. I’ll leave anyone or anything, don’t you know? It won’t ever be that I love you more. Than Sunday mornings and 4pms. Than sinking in and settling down. TheContinue reading “When I wanted to stay”