the long walk home 

it’s been long since you’ve gone
and yet there’s a corner in my heart that still waits
it’s not, i think waiting for you to return but for me to be me once again

barefoot on a winter afternoon

tangled, messy, long hair
tangerine sunshine, a song in the air
watching you from afar, eyes behind glares
rising dust storm, run-away heart beat
you, me and memories of us here