Looking at home
everything changed and is the same
we left behind our shattered selves and started fresh
but the stains and stars are trailing after.
we can’t remember everyone that we know
and I’ll come back to the same place where everything is new,
you’ll be there and gone and here and leaving
and scattering to begin again and again.
it is no longer mine or ours or anything we knew
I’ve written words and you stepped in new places
and over the silence our whispers were heard.
Time is hard sometimes…
This is beautiful – you have such a gift for writing. (I know, because I lurk. But I’ll comment from now on, I promise…)