West.

I've got these memories
resting in the palms of your hands.
and I am laying at your feet
forgetting forgiveness
wasn't something needed.
and my heart
has seen better
sides of the sun
Maps could not
tell you where I've
been since then,
since Autumn came
early
and winter
passed just as fast.
But
you could trace my veins
and make a run for it,
they would tell you
I'm headed west.