Sleepyhead

And like that, you left. The person that meant the most to me, the person I loved. Without saying goodbye, without saying anything, you left. New York they told me, but I know you better than that. We all know you never went to New York. But nothing but a picture, that's all I had, a picture.

And here I am, sitting on my window sill, thinking. Where did you go?

But the truth was, nobody knew. You would never go to New York, it's to noisy you told me. To many people, to many this, to many that. No, New York isn't a place for you. Nor ever will be. Then where did you go?

As my thought kept filling my head, as the memories came back to me, Europe. Ah yes, beautiful Europe. As I took my shoes on I thought, but where? So many places, where are you?

I went to the nearest store and bought a map. A map of Europe. As I came home I hang it up on my wall. Of all of the places, where would you go?