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.