*Home*

Others get to return.

Back to where they know.

Where they love.

Where they want to be.

But I'll be stuck.

I'll be here, wisshing I was there.

I'll be crying over memories.

And they're just that.

Things I remember.

Things I miss.

Do they think about me?

Do they miss me as much?

Do they even care to see me?

I guess not.

They don't talk to me.

But they say we should catch up.

I get my hopes up way too high.

Just to be forgotten.

Just to be alone.

And no one ever knows.