There’s a part of me that will always wander to you when I’m half asleep and cold.
There’s a part of me that still calls you my home.
And I don’t think that part will ever fade
or dissinegrate into an empty space
where it can crumble and erase
Somewhere in the calluses of your hands,
are still big plans that we once had
The plans that you still hold onto
when the days are long and you have no one to belong to
We forgot to grow
To understand and be left alone