I lost years to this.
I am not going home.
I am the one dying in your sun,
though it is my fault I know.
I am crushed by the giant sounds
of your heart beating Autumn Loud,
Anyway away from you is not going home.
The paint on the walls show through,
everywhere I go.
The spirits that float from your eyes,
wander through my mind.
I am in your room by myself,
I am in your room with no one else.
No one else.
I waited years for this,
Now I don't know what's home.
I don't know who I am at all,
Glass teeth and swollen eyes,
I am barely awake in this light,
Listening for you,
Listening for you.
I move them all away,
I cast them all away,
For Autumn You,
"Where's home" you said, and glanced down the road awhile,
"Where's home" I said, "The blue badge of the Autumn sky",
"Where's home" you said, "it is moving so fast it is hard to know",
"Where's home" I said, wherever it is you are.
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