Their is still debris

Hiding

This had to be a dream.
This had to be some cheesy ending from some cheesy movie.
But it wasn't.
You chose not to see me.
You chose not to see me grow up.
You still choose to have nothing to do with me.
This is when I try to get over what you chose to do.
Yet I can't seem to forget.
The last time I saw you was when you were in a tuxedo and you were crying.
Crying because the person who raised you died.
The person that you loved.
I guess that hurt you so much that you walked away.
You left so many scars for so many people.
However you still got on the back of your motorcycle and drove away.
Did you want to do this?
Do you want people to constantly worry about you and suddenly not anymore because it's been the same for so long?
You came to town once.
Yet, you didn't tell my family or I that you were here.
You left without one word.
And this is when people usually go out looking for you or try calling you again.
However, I'm done trying.
I know you would not hide if you wanted to be found.