You don’t come back.
Not here.
Not to me.

I didn’t think I would.
I had been living in the dark so long
I forgot the sky existed.

I don’t want the big moments with you.
Not the adventures
or the stories people admire.

Hello moon.
I didn’t see you there.

On the evening train to London
Not another passenger in the carriage
Loneliness creeps in slowly

Today was wonderful.
Soft snow was falling in Amsterdam.
We walk together, you and I,