your voice breaks
as you tell me
why it is you are back
in the town we both call "home"

well, "home" is a word i haven't used in a long time
and i don't know if I plan on to
anytime soon

i am merely human so all i do is exhale on the telephone
and whisper "i'm sorry you're going through this"
as my mind races and wanders to peaks and cliffs
in all the efforts to embrace you
and heal what life will inevitably crack