Came Home To You

The bathroom stall had that same fruity smell; how well I know it. The lineup of bars along the familiar street had altered slightly, but the scene was the same. Trams run their chartered course, cigarettes taste better, young kids dance on the square, nothing has changed. You adore the tingling in your veins, ignore the signs that say you can't go home. For one night you play along in the charades. A We comes down the line and you build futures together on the solid foundations of having a home. It seems possible.

It will not last because it cannot. It is an illusion of a place you left behind. But tonight, for a short moment, you are whole. You forget what it is to have been broken. You rest.