The rope that bound us;
too tense now
if i take a single step
It may rip my heart out
But if i do
Will you go through the mess
Of picking up what's left?

The paper squirrel
that you gave me
that summer
lies face down
on the cold wood
of my shelf,
he has fought with
every ounce,
but now lies
legs bent , edges unfolded.

In the empty train
your bracelet peeks out my sleeve
a quiet reminder.

Rough,
Foggy journey,
My dear firefly.
As your light flickers
And your wings hum,
I trust the path will come.

How can I have the courage
To come back
If the road I remember by heart
Does not lead home anymore?
How can I be at peace
If the person sleeping in my room
Doesn't know that I used to look out the window
And you would be sitting outside
On the same chair, everyday?
The door creaks with other's footsteps
and fills the space that our laughter left
How can we come back home
If home has long forgotten us?