Wherever You Are

The trees have been telling me to go home ever since I came here, but I don’t know where that is. Home used to be with you and you are gone now, so that was what I wanted to be, too. To be so far gone that all pain is dulled, to be so far gone I’d forget why I even came here.  But the river won’t let me forget. The moon won’t let me forget. And the trees, oh the trees, they’re telling me this is not where I’ll find what I’m looking for. But what if what I’ve been so desperately trying to get back was never you to begin with? What if I lost something fundamental on the day you left that had never anything to do with you? I’ll follow the whispers, I think. The whispers I can only hear when the doubts inside of me have died down and I’ve finally learnt how to listen.