Home
The sky is grey.
The wind is cold.
Unfamiliar faces passing by.
My coffee is cold.
This place seemed so new when everything should be the way it's suppose to be.
Is it the place or is it me?
This should be home.
Home.
Home to the old you and the old me.
I remember you today.
The spots where we used to talk about how we loved each other and that we're going to last till forever.
I walked on the same old streets where we laughed like crazy in the middle of the night.
I ate your favorite food, it still tastes the same.
I met the same old people we used to hang out with and they're still the same.
Everything is the same except that I'm alone now and empty and the sad reality that you're no longer coming back--
That we're no longer coming back...home.
xx