The one walking away isn't always the one leaving.

This is my sherwood acres

If sherwood acres had ghosts

If sherwood acres had demons

This is my treehouse

This is my fairytale

And fairytales don't have to rhyme

But sometimes they want to

This is my escape.

But I've realized

I don't need one anymore

Yet

I still find myself replying

and my eyes still linger on your last syllables

This is my sherwood acres

and you aren't real either.