I’ve missed you like the fall
Like all the misfits do,
their dreams of being extraordinary.
I knew you’d come around.
But only to tip the scales
Some of us roam the earth for centuries
looking for forevers.
But our eternities are scarce
He said why don’t you have any memories?
But I do remember.
Winters that played over and over.
Fields of unlucky clovers.
Waiting for life to unfold at the end of it all.
I’ve missed your steps that rang like quiet thunder
When the world ends again.
You’d come back around with reckless abandon
And you will come back.
But less and less.
And more and more
You reek of memories of places
That are no more.
But time stopped the day you walked out.
And our ends have awaited your return.
You’ll come back around like they all do
Staring at the ceiling of the house I grew up in,
thinking I miss home.