I was seventeen days from you,
and so far away from you too,
and you were so far away from the truth,
and you were so uncouth,
that no longer did wish to talk to you,
for what good would that do, not a lot it is true,
and I was seventeen days from you,
after spending seventeen days travelling,
travelling along dusty roads,
and along trails and highways that I had never known,
and I had crossed a sea or two,
and I was not with you as you wanted me to be,
and I was alone as I wanted to be,
and with every footstep that I took away from you,
how much less painful was the heartache that I felt,
the heartache that I felt because of you,
and how much less distressing were my memories,
and how much better I felt,
and so, I kept going,
I kept going until there was nothing left of you in me,
and my heart,
my heart began to heal itself,
after suffering because of you,
because of you disturbing my mind with unhappy memories,
and because, it was the only sensible thing to do,
to get away, to get away from you,
for you only brought me heartache it is true,
and here I am, so far away,
here I am thousands of miles away across land and sea,
and here I am. far away from you,
and here I am once more again,
once more again happy, and what a relief it is,
and how thankful I am,
that my happiness again has finally arrived,
and how thankful I am,
to be no longer heartbroken,
and no longer feeling blue.
