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I keep looking for my childhood in places that only know my name.

I watch you give away the laughter I spent years trying to earn.

I am a traveler in my own life, searching for a landmark I'm not sure I've ever seen.

I have made a bed out of the thorns, and I have finally learned how to sleep.

You have finally become a place I am only allowed to visit in my memory.

We sit close enough for our shoulders to touch, yet there is a universe of 'almost' between us.

I am listening to the quiet of the room, hoping the silence accidentally speaks your name.

Carve my name into something that outlasts the weather, even if it's only the inside of your chest.

I would gladly drown in your depths, if it meant I never had to take a breath without you.

I spoke to you like you were my home, but you listened like a stranger passing by.

Your ghost still pays rent in the quietest corners of my mind.

I am quietly drowning, and you are only complaining about the splash.

I am bleeding on the carpet, and you are asking me to take off my shoes.

I am practicing the art of looking past you, as if you were a ghost I have finally learned not to see.

I am still holding the door open for someone who has already built a home elsewhere.

I am a traveler in my own life, searching for a landmark I'm not sure I've ever seen.

I am still living in a moment that has already learned to forget me.