You move on to greener pastures.
I crawl in the dried grass leftover.
You search for bigger, better places.
I gather the memories of what you left behind.
You climb up the ladder of success.
I pull splinters of the wood from my hands.
You search and find what you were looking for.
I clean up the clues left behind.
You live happily ever-after.
I wait for you to come back.
Will you ever give me what I want?
Because hhonestly, all I want is you.