I don’t think it’s gotten easier.
As the years slip by, as time
Heals all wounds but leaves
the emptiness. And there’s no one home.
(How do I remember you? With the taste
of smoke in my lungs. Try again.
How do I remember you? Like a gun
and I never know if the safety is on.)
The guilt still does light labor
In the cycles of R.E.M,
When I realize I feel uneasy
to see you again. And there is no home.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:43 AM UTC
I don’t think it’s gotten easier.
As the years slip by, as time
Heals all wounds but leaves
the emptiness. And there’s no one home.
(How do I remember you? With the taste
of smoke in my lungs. Try again.
How do I remember you? Like a gun
and I never know if the safety is on.)
The guilt still does light labor
In the cycles of R.E.M,
When I realize I feel uneasy
to see you again. And there is no home.