Carry Me Home

I hear you're happy now. I hear she's everything you thought you'd never find, and everything has come so easy, where it never had before. I suppose you won't walk the streets late at night anymore, contemplating the twists of solitude and heaviness of life like we used to. I suppose come sunrise you'll be light of spirit, and that's great. I just miss you, that's all.

(The rain lifted today, for a minute. I tried to remember the last time I looked at you without sadness, but it's been so clouded over by everything that came after, and maybe if I saw you today I wouldn't know your scent from a stranger in the street. And it's just easier to not think of it at all.)