I have these things to say.
Some don’t hear, don’t care
To let me explain. Waiting there,
Abandoned in the rain,
I began my exodus and exile.
I never expected to stay away,
But the stay was different for me.
Transformation, some new way to be,
And I would fly the migration
Back home again.
Always a new me to betray,
I drifted with the tide
In anonymity, I applied
Distance as remedy,
But it cannot heal, just delay.
I see now, there will be a day
I return home
To cease the ache or roam.
Will you forsake
The same old me?
viewingcamelot 
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