strange.
she looks lost, like she can't quite figure out where she's going
yet, there's a quiet confidence that's she's finally found.
Found.
She's where she's supposed to be.
as if there was a cut in this city made especially for her.
how does she explain to her reflection, to the pieces of her heart
that "home" has many meanings.
Home. is everywhere.
Home is no where.
How can she leave the people she loves,
for the people she loves?
What does she say after months of being away.
She's changed. They've changed.
Things are different.
Yet, not enough for to be unrecognizable.
She stares are the ground, trying to get through
the most mundane of salutations.
Getting through how are yous and what's news
when inside her heart is aching to tell everyone
how much she loves them.
distance. makes the heart grow fonder.
distance makes her forget.
She just needs reminders.
Idle chit-chat.
awkwardness
maybe things have changed too much
Is she still the person that they love?
What do they really think?
Do they miss her?
Do they want her to stay?
What would she do if they asked her to stay.
to leave everything's she's built.
is it really that much?
Would their hearts sink to know
She is where she needs to be.
She's not going to stay.
she can't.
Being gone is hard.
From both places.
How can both places feel so
comfortable
so right.
the girl in the mirror looks scared.
Putting on my coat, giving her one last glance
I assure her everything's ok. Your heart always knows the way.
Your heart always leads you home.
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