october asks me to come back home and confess
why I shrink back into the past ever so quickly
why it becomes so difficult to resurface.
days of a year past are here to haunt
and I couldn't be more pleased,
even if reliving them through memories are the best I can afford.
when the streets go silent
and the sun is shying away behind a cloud,
I feel like I am the loneliest there might be.
(I'm scared you're rolling your eyes right now.)
it's just that
after trying so hard to make sure you don't feel too lost in the dark,
after trying so hard to be your sun,
I've lost a bit of my own light.
(I miss you, if it weren't clear by now.)
I'm just so stuck between clinging to the past
and being brand new
that my eyes have started tearing up at the slightest mention of you.
I guess I wasn't aware of just how fragile we are.
// I pray these memories don't weigh too heavy on my heart today.
