Lost in the height of my own endeavors,
A bright blue light awakens me.
It's you.
Not the you that I hoped it would be, but the you that maybe I needed it to be.
Not the you that left me cold inside, but the you that I left cold.
I prayed for him to return one day, but instead you've returned; sweet in your own way.
My heart is not healed;
My life is not whole,
But maybe, just maybe,
I need this stroll - down memory lane, then up the next street.
You'll disappear once more, and I'll be left alone, but at least in this moment I feel at home.