I was almost gone when I remembered it.
It’s that sort of thing you’re always almost-forgetting.
Each time you get in the car, you’re about to leave, and it says “Hey” in your head
And you go back.
And sometimes you can’t be late enough… when it calls you.
And makes you be even later…

But you go back.
You go back and get it.
No matter how late it is.
No matter where you are or how you’ve been.
You go back for it, and you get it, and you feel satisfied.

And sometimes, oh, how you wish you hadn’t gone back.

[Mrs. K i t e ]