As I try to fall asleep, a song plays on the radio, 500 Miles. And suddenly, the words pull memories back into the dark. What if no one knows I’m already leaving? The happy moments I keep will be enough to carry me home. Goodbyes are too heavy to hold, so if you’re late to whisper yours, just know I’ll be gone. Not a hundred miles, but a lifetime away. ©herdarkthoughts🦋