I'm Coming Home
This room looks like I first moved in,
your pictures still crowd the wall.
My boxes litter the walkway,
the first layer of paint barely seen at all.
To unpack would show my permanence
when I know I could leave soon.
I'm losing my way, getting so lost,
all in this empty room.
This place feels like my home,
I ran from so long ago.
Running from a place called love,
from feelings I know not how to show.
Something here gives me hope,
that tomorrow you'll wake with me in your eyes.
Our lives will no longer
be built around my lies.
I'll get lost in your blue,
trusting my weakness.
Finally finding what I believe to be true.
I'll unpack the boxes
one by one.
Memories stained crimson,
clothing already worn.
Used tennis shoes,
a book full of tired verse.
In our window the stars will shine,
I'll see the entire universe.
I look at the clock,
replacing another picture of you alone.
Ticking loudly against the silence,
it's time for me to come home.
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