A glass of rum. Moonlight over your bony cheeks. Sweet smell of forgiveness. And finally! You're forgotten. You're not coveted anymore. You're just like the summer breeze. Swiftly fading away into the glassy sky.
There's my judgement. There's your self-esteem. There's the touch of the bliss and the sound of freedom.
Thrash out the mysteries you found along the way. See if there is someone willing to hear you out. See if the longing still cleares things up. See if there are any windows left unbroken.
But never go back.