You can see the scars on my face
Both above and below my skin
You can see them in my eyes
When I look at you
You can see where I have been
Some are old, others fresh
None have closed
But I’m working on it

i look at these pictures
and wonder where you were
i wonder why you weren't in them
and think how much wider my smile would be if you were

then i remember why
and i remember how
then the gravity hits me
and i am a mess

now all i can do is hope
that we will one day have our pictures
now i know i won't rest until
that day, that one day

you are missed
you were missed
we were missed
we will fix it

It doesn’t make any sense
We had our shot
But...I...
you’re here at my door again
And...I...
...love you
I love you

The funny thing?
Door’s never been closed
Not once.



So come home

I’d rather expect good
From others
And be disappointed
Than expect the worst
And be reminded

I prefer not to use
Overly ornate phrasing
And descriptions
Because if you let your mind
And your heart
Do the walking
They’ll take you anywhere
And I’ve done my job