7d
I've seen you become
and then change,
and then again,
come back to me
through the same
doors.
As I have come
back to yours.
You were the sky,
the warm floors,
endless days
of summer—
the ones I spent
nestling inside
your arms.
And the way the
city looked when I
stood,
resting in your
calm.
My favorite place
in the world—
I keep telling
everybody
how you were my
special place,
how the world
felt when I looked
over your shoulder.
Where else will I ever
taste the winds of August
caressing my hair?
The many stars that
watched me grow into
an autumn of my own,
or the thousand times
I smiled, laughed,
and cried.
How will anything
ever be the same
without you?
Will you keep being
my home?
When I pass you
by,
will you keep being
my home?
After the tears
have dried,
will you keep being
my home?
After our final
goodbyes,
will you keep being
my home?
Will you keep being
my home?
