Where do I even start,
There’s so many things I’d like to know.
Perhaps with the list
I hide beneath my tongue
Or maybe this is all so new
And it’s far too early to tell.
Of all the things I wish to say
Just know you’ve helped me write again.
It’s your name that sits inside my throat,
Your face that keeps coming back.
I will not call this feeling new
But it is a nice welcome back.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 12:17 AM UTC
Where do I even start,
There’s so many things I’d like to know.
Perhaps with the list
I hide beneath my tongue
Or maybe this is all so new
And it’s far too early to tell.
Of all the things I wish to say
Just know you’ve helped me write again.
It’s your name that sits inside my throat,
Your face that keeps coming back.
I will not call this feeling new
But it is a nice welcome back.
