Any ol’ excuse

For every human I’ve lost touch with, for every chance I got to run I took. For the moments that we could’ve shared, and for the texts I never read.

There’s still something I can’t quite figure though I’ve gone out of my way to try. It seems my need to withdraw multiplies every time I meet someone new.

Comfort comes with solitude and I have never felt more liberated in the company of these two.