i lost a home
i once found
in your merely warming
presence
the things you made me feel
your words
they never ceased to leave me
helpelessly captivated
for they were the safest cieling
a person could ever wish for
but things have changed
you are not here
and im not me
and that ceiling isn’t the safest,
anymore
it could be the stars;
swimming aimlessly in the sky
they won’t bother
to look our way
whatever it was
it certainly made us
the utterly vulnerable people
we are today
and now im writing this,
recalling your voice
choking on
the letters of my words
for you two are now gone
and i,mirthlessly write
about a human
in whom I found home
and I hope when I see you again
when I’d have already lost the feeling
of being lovely
you’d remind me of who I
once were
to you.