Itinerant
I have walked every inch of this town
In hope I get a glimpse of you
The things that led to this situation, why
Why am I awakening now?
The guilt stares back at me
I remember the way you laughed on the swings
And the first time I consoled you when you fell off
How we slipped away in time
Alone, with only my broken heart and my bag
My bed is like a nomad, always moving
But the unsettling never moves with it
They say you need a job for a house, but you need an address first
The irony is inequitable
My life turned to clear skies
You take me in
You forgive me
I lived for this moment
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