Where will I go, who will I be?
Well I shall be me, of course!
But the me that is here, wherever here is,
Isn’t the me that I was.
The I that is me, in the here and the now,
Is one I’m not sure that I know.
But now that we’re here, her me and I,
We shall make a most fearsome us!
Coming to terms with the end of a love can be as brutal as the love itself, but with it comes the promise of freedom
