How did I get where I got? How you got left behind?
You could have come along, if you would have. You could have called. You know where I live, you could have come over.
You still can…if you have the courage to.
Or the desire to leave behind useless old ways.
Either way, there is dead weight that must be let go of to come where I am.
I can’t really say it feels like a loss…it more astonishes me than anything else, that relationships I thought were fairly deep and strong had the roots of dandelion fuzz but lacked the ability to travel on the wind.