Years upon years,
I stumble as my fingers press upon your touch,
I look as every word escapes,
I didn't think much, but,
I remembered every word you said,
I wrote like this once,
Where I faced myself,
Through hellos and goodbyes,
I left those words,
Only to appear alongside,
To see one's self,
With new eyes,
Ones that saw,
Change,
With a sort of,
Feeling,
They said it would never be the same,
It was true,
Though, one could also,
See their tears in the rain,
And it had,
Meaning,
I could remember her embrace,
And although my mind had grace,
He was still there,
And he remembered my face,
This time,
My words would not escape,
Without a spoken word,
Tongues were merely read,
And the only phrase I made,
Was the one they could hold,
Welcome Home.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:22 PM UTC
Years upon years,
I stumble as my fingers press upon your touch,
I look as every word escapes,
I didn't think much, but,
I remembered every word you said,
I wrote like this once,
Where I faced myself,
Through hellos and goodbyes,
I left those words,
Only to appear alongside,
To see one's self,
With new eyes,
Ones that saw,
Change,
With a sort of,
Feeling,
They said it would never be the same,
It was true,
Though, one could also,
See their tears in the rain,
And it had,
Meaning,
I could remember her embrace,
And although my mind had grace,
He was still there,
And he remembered my face,
This time,
My words would not escape,
Without a spoken word,
Tongues were merely read,
And the only phrase I made,
Was the one they could hold,
Welcome Home.
