Perhaps just a beer or two in the open air would be enough, but the thought of a girl wouldn't quite leave his head.

But one thought wouldn't leave him: something didn't feel right.

But occasionally, like now, thoughts of his former life wouldn't leave him alone.

It was that thought which made me find my legs at last, and leave her.

He was alone now and the thought left him lost.

She looked so very like his women that all other thoughts left my mind.

He told himself that was all right, though the thought left him feeling uncomfortable.

The last thought he wanted to put in her mind was leaving him.

My thoughts have left no track, and I cannot find the path again.