Left.

Left behind. 

So you could say. 

Without remorse?

How could one ever even know? 

I was blind sighted. 

I was pushed off the road. 

Forced. 

Hit head on.

Driven straight off the cliff of my own recognition. 

Its rare that my mind takes me back to that day. 

A safety precaution of its own matter.

Built, and driven to disregard all predisposed longing for what's long gone. 

I chased it for so long.. 

That repeating black night of a memory.

Round and around. 

In headless circles that drove me mad. 

That drove me wild. 

That drove me here. 

To a place I don't recognize, whether my eyes are closed, clenched, or wide open with a gaze of recognition. 

This is not where I belong, and I swear that not only the past, but the present, as well as the future are all telling me the same thing.. 

To run back to him