Whatever The Word Home Meant To You

I miss my friends.

In a place called home

The sky never let us down

 

One static aspect of life

There were no surprises

 

A bottle of noise

Your faces remind me

That these things are real

 

When we are apart

I’ll bottle my voice for you

 

Behind a hill you wept

For fourteen hundred and sixty-one days you wept

Waiting for this life

 

In parks and nights

We stomped and ran

And repeated ourselves

 

When we are apart

Bottle your voice for me

 

On days when the sky was pink

We walked for hours

A track and a train to keep us company

 

On days when rain froze before it hit the ground

We buried our faces in snow

And forgot about our homework and all the other things we thought mattered

 

And suddenly,

We forgot

 

We forgot the times we rolled down hills

We forgot the times we balanced on railroad tracks

And we forgot

 

Eventually the world became new again, and we rejoiced

We walked again

We balanced again

But not together

 

And that was the point

 

When we are apart

Bottle your voice for me