this feeling is familiar
though I felt it long ago
not much is different
except
your name
your face
yes, your walk
are not the same

the you here has changed
but this sinking feeling
well this it seems
has remained

and so the words pour
they flow and rush
and find themselves here
never making it to my lips
never making it to your ears
trapped on a page that
you'll never read

oh how you never read

desperate to leave whatever town I'm in
it matters not the name
I start missing places I've never been
just anything that's not the same

always running and searching
longing and looking
for what

this need for something new
never subsides
these "what ifs" are always
at the forefront of my mind

call it homesick
but it's almost as if
no home exists

beer on the tile
pizza on the couch
cigs on the carpet

glasses on the porch
blood on the counter
*** on the staircase

I wasn't even home last night.