Old Stuff Poem by Jennie Supermad

The hardest thing is not knowing,
What's in store for me, where I'm going.
I toast to you, to our time together,
Maybe I'll find you and we can have them forever.

I can make all these plans,
And have this song on repeat.
But there's something in my dreams,
That comes back to haunt me.

Every time I close my eyes,
It shows me what could be.
Sometimes I come across like,
You are the one who left me.

Like I was the only one,
Who wanted to be set free.
You needed it more,
To move across the seas.

But so many times,
I offered you a break.
I know you didn't trust me,
So it was a chance you'd never take.

I hear them so clearly,
I remember your every word.
I bet you never expected me to,
Hang on to everything I heard.

Maybe you've thought about it,
And have been dreading it this whole time.
Or maybe, just maybe,
You will once again be mine.

The hardest thing will be to see you again,
Because with you is no longer home.
And I'll have to travel hundreds of miles,
Wishing that I didn't leave you all alone.