Are you home?
We could talk about the city lights and how they don't illuminate as well as you in march
I must have said that at least a hundred times
I hope that that's fine
It's not impossible, it's far less brittle with no disney princess scheme and your head stuck in the middle
The walk there was paved with good intentions
My shoes wet, the sincere words that I kept were thrown away
This was not a discussion nor a debate
Your doubt poured down on me like this one day of rain
I can't say what is left for me
I've said a word too much
It's over
I won't regret a single thing
My bag and the open door
A tug of war match between my palms and my past
The river follows my path through street gutters
I know my way back
I thought our days would fade and fall back into place again
The summer's ending and you left with the setting sun
My chariot travels east in hopes to find it once again but the streets are long and the city lights can't guide me anymore