I’ve been told that I revisit you too often
As if you were my favourite place in the whole world
But the truth is you are just an old abandoned home,
With loose floorboards and spider webs and too dangerous to enter, even if the spiders are no longer there
So instead I walk around the premise and think of the first time you’ve kissed me
Or said my hair was like starlight
Or when you made me cry over something small and stupid that I can’t even remember what it was
And then I pack up
and drive home