She's standing there as the leaves begin to fall,
Memories flashing through her head blurring all.
She looks around and begins to see
who it was she use to be.
She's comfortable here
Not shedding a single tear.
Not going back,
Not being intact.
It's freedom she craved.
"I think I will stay."
Was the only thing she had to say.
I looked back as everything began to fade,
And walked into the world I made.