I want to ask if you're okay. I know that would be a strange question though. It's not my place anymore. When I wake to your glazed over eyes and the kind of yelling only heard at 2 AM I know you are no longer my Leo, and you are not okay. You need to go home. When you finally stumble out across my lawn I find myself wishing you couldve stayed. But you are not mine. I wish someone would turn you right side up. I wish I could have. We tried though didn't we? It's time for you to go away now. Look for what you need elsewhere. Sweet Leo, you were right the first time when you said you wouldn't find it here. But you'll come again won't you? Your compass is broken and this is not where you should be. This time I will be sure listen for the click in the door when I lock it.
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