The Unknowable Place

I left you behind, and walked away,
onward, onward for all 700 days
to the hopeful, new, unknowable place
except surely where you did not exist.
Did you look long once I turned my face,
did you decide to forget my name?
I glanced back once and you were there
lost but beautiful, forlorn but free,
looking everywhere, but not at me
--at surely where I will not be.
On into the unknowable, we swear,
what we were, I will not miss--
yet you still exist, and still the same,
you were there, where there is rain.