Later Days

He scratched out his last thoughts
on the back of his writing pad
Going away,
Don’t know where
But least I’ll be somewhere

Not long after she came knocking
on his door, just to say hi
But he was gone
yet she waited
He’s been pretty down recently

He had no more words to say
So he just wrote
Later Days...
He had nowhere to go
but he doesn’t care
Later Days

He thought he had nothing left
but he was wrong
She is all...
all he ever wanted
was waiting outside his home

And she is still looking for him
maybe repair their friendship
and their hearts
But he’s left for greener pastures
hitching a ride
to somewhere, anywhere

He had no more words to say
So he just wrote
Later Days...
He had nowhere to go
but he doesn’t care
Later Days

It’s not running away
Just a fresh start
Things have become so stagnant
a routine of fading away

She left later that day
she’ll come back tomorrow
and the day after
and the day after
and the day after

The End

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