Climbing Mountains Barefoot


My selfish heart
knows no different,
nothing other than holding you,
my foolish mind
wanders off to memory,
to all, it seems, I ever knew.

I'm not missing anything
that you can give to me,
it's why I have to leave
I'm certain you'll agree.

I'll never be quite capable
of forgetting about you
even in old age
or with someone new.

I do not appreciate this
selfish heart of mine
the tunnel vision
of a foolish mind
and the nights of linger
longer, asking why,
climbing mountains barefoot,
trying to reach goodbye.