sunsets through green hills make
the same color of your eyes when
the light dances across them and
everywhere you go, the birds they
fly away home.
but where is home?
do you know?
do you know?
is it a person a place a
mem
ory ?
you've memorized the street names and a piece of you lives on every nook and cranny of this godforsaken town. sometimes you even see yourself walking down the shoreline, like a ghost haunting your own memory.
you pass by your old elementary school and the tennis court that gave you sun burns (but taught you nothing). you pass the spot your crush became your crush and your favorite ice cream shop's still there and so is the bus stop that you swore would take you to better places if you just had the guts to get up and go.
(but you never did leave, not for another 4 years)
and
you want to leave it all behind but it stays with you, a pocket of memories you'd really rather just forget, but you can't.
you would never go back. not in a million years,
and yet a part of you doesn't even have to 'cause
you never left.
you never left.
