I wish I could start with a clean slate, but because I can't I'm forced to reposition the stance I stand in and turn around. Retrace my steps before they wash away in the sand. The imprints are in plain sight, but wait too long and it's too late. I'm tired of waiting. I won't fight, but I will just be over here if you need me. I won't look your way until you call. That is all. Thank you for everything.