I crossed the finish line so many times, and every time
he was there.
To urge me faster, to cheer me on.
He was there.
Maybe I asked to much. Maybe I did too little
but another finish line came into view
and he wasn’t there anymore.
He wasn’t there.
The crowds cheered and people smiled,
but my eyes searched for the one face I wanted to see.
The one face that meant the most to me
and he wasn’t there.
From here on out, I’m on my own.
I asked too much and listened too little.
I sealed my own fate
and now I walk alone.
On my own.