You made me feel like I was left homeless in the winter cold.
At the end of the day, everyone has a place to return to—
a warm light, a waiting soul.
I used to run to you,
just to hold you,
just to let your arms lift the weight off my shoulders.
Now where do I go?
I wander beneath the darkened sky,
no door to knock on,
no arms to fall into.
Just me—
a stray in the pouring rain.
And I’ll never forget
how you made me feel that way.