Pieces of you

Many times, I've thought about running away.

Going to a place where nobody knows my name.

Possibly get my name legally changed.

And change my whole appearance so no one would recognize me.

But as I walk around this city

Where I grew up comfortably,

I see small details around me

and pieces of you are the only things I see.

So, I've decided

Why would I want to run away

if I can be here with you, where I can stay?