it's funny

it's like decades have passed

yet still no time at all

since you closed the door

and here I am waiting

holding the key

a stranger to a familiar home

but behind those eyes

the light's gone out

to just a flicker

quicker than a pulse

my heart's racing for the resolve

waiting impatiently

for that ember

remembering that sense of belonging

and what you mean to me

but it wasn't you

it wasn't me

It was the circumstance we bound ourselves in

break free from our own chains