I endlessly wonder, when I'm gone, gone without saying, when I pack my bags and take the train to the NowhereLand that I know I won't be soon returning from, do you think of me, do you too wonder if I think of you?
Do you wonder if I have taken the cardigan and the letters you once gave me- to keep myself warm in the cold and lonely NowhereLand because you know I won't be returning soon?
Do you want me to come back?











