It felt good.
It felt right.
To have you in my corner,
Fighting with me,
Gave me the strength to go on.

Did you grow weary?
Was my load too heavy?
Was it too much?
Was I too much?

Whatever the reason,
You seem to have gone now.
No more do you ride with me.
From faithful friend to stranger.
Did I even know you at all?
Who was that person?
Why has that person gone away?

The questions are irrelevant;
I have to let go.
It’s time to accept your departure.
Maybe it was my fault.
I’ll never know because I’ll never ask,
And you’ll never tell.