she goes, she follows,
a twinge in her heart,
and she wonders if
she will walk the lone path after all.

she leaves, in her own thoughts
bringing along with her
a truckload of hurt and pain
with regret and longing trailing behind;
she doesnt bear to leave.
she returns
to awkwardness and strangers,
she wonders if she did rly return after all
there is not much welcome.
she closes her ears,
hoping it wld be solved, wanting this to be over,
peace.
she feels tired of everything,
she wants all this to stop, just stop,
she doesnt understand the fuss made,
over all these.
she trails behind,
helping whenever she can,
but she is getting tired too,
they all are.
she does what she doesnt want,
she is advised to follow her heart,
she doesnt think she belongs, but she always had been,
and belongs to the memories they had,
and will belong if she allows herself to be.

she will let her go if she will be happier.

more alone then i will be, even when without you, because i have you, but i dont have you.