You’ve chosen to go into hiding, have you?
As long as you know whenever you come out of hiding that I’ll still be here.  
As long as you know that when you run, you only run in circles.
Whatever you’re running from is still chasing you.
The albatross you fear isn’t around my neck.
And whatever you’re hiding from, it ain’t me.
You think you’d know that by now.
You’ll figure it out again, I know.

Until then, I will wait.
And wonder.

And I will keep an ear to the ground for footsteps.

Because we both know that no matter which direction you take off in,
you always wind up back here.