I am Odysseus;
the traveler, the seeker,
and with you in mind I braved
two months that felt like twenty years
And here I am now,
on an all too familiar shore,
alone on landfall, yearning for home
but Penelope has lost her patience;
There is no warmth to be found here,
only a strung bow and a deserted bed.
Dashed dreams and the forgotten future
appear in place of my heart’s destination
Yes, I was the one who left
but you never left my thinking mind
Yes, I was the one who left
but you were the one to abandon me
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
I am Odysseus;
the traveler, the seeker,
and with you in mind I braved
two months that felt like twenty years
And here I am now,
on an all too familiar shore,
alone on landfall, yearning for home
but Penelope has lost her patience;
There is no warmth to be found here,
only a strung bow and a deserted bed.
Dashed dreams and the forgotten future
appear in place of my heart’s destination
Yes, I was the one who left
but you never left my thinking mind
Yes, I was the one who left
but you were the one to abandon me
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