Here
Here is where my place is now
To roam
Here in this familiar town
The air
Fills the space that was always there
The door
The cure for when the heart is sore
You are
You are the pillow beneath my head
Where I lay
Till the weeks begin to shed
Now
The suitcase lays on the floor
Till I walk
Out into winter's roar
Now
I sit besides different trees
and etch
Etch in the bark what has come to be
Tonight
I'll stare up into the sky
and try
Try to fill the space between you and i
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