never hard to find

but where do they all go? and what is it that sends them running home? if one would leave a note maybe I'd be left better equipped to face the silence of the empty spaces they leave behind. most often it's without a word. being ghosts I still care for, I can only wish them well. what good is cursing what meant mountains for a moment?

when you leave, you are followed by my care and wishes. neither one of us can have a say in this. no doubt your train will take you where you need to be. my door is never hard to find. I will always leave a light on.