At the time it seemed important. I can’t think of what it was. I was jumping up and down, saying something just because.

Guess that was before I met you. I’ve kinda settled down. Seemed so damn important, and now I guess you’re leaving town.

Now the past is in gutter, seemed so hard to find. I’m learning just to let it go. Not to pay it any mind.

The night is softly falling. There’s a quiet in those skies. Just sitting here with my own thoughts, in the distance… past goodbyes.