The Way Back

I don’t remember the moment I left.

Only the steps that followed.

You never told me where you lead.

You just let me walk —

full of hope, or fear, or both.

Sometimes I wonder if I chose you,

or if you were already there,

waiting for the version of me that was ready to return.

You are not loud.

You are not lit.

But somehow, you’ve always been there

at the edge of letting go.

If someone asked,

I’d say I was never lost.

But the truth is — I wasn’t ready to be found.

So I follow you.

Not to arrive.

But to remember who I was before I forgot.

Title & Artist

The Way Back

Aquarelle by Kevin

Links

• View on Highlight → mint link
• Explore more Bedroom pieces → kevinhomealone.com/bedroom

Kevin from the Bedroom