CXCI.

I passed by your house tonight,
Or at least it used to be your house,
When you lived there.
I know you're state lines away,
But it doesn't change the fact
That when I look at the stars,
The ones we used to wonder at,
I still glance over as if you were there.
It has got me thinking a lot lately
About how I might call those the good times,
When really they were just different times.
And that's what I'm starting to realize,
Is that all the sins we shared,
And all the secrets we kept,
And all the love we showed,
Even though we aren't the same,
It doesn't mean it's gone.
Just because I don't feel the way I did back then,
Doesn't mean that I don't know what it feels like.
Like all of these moments are collecting,
And the way I walk, the motion of my words,
Is formed from all of these experiences,
Fire and wind and waterfront and bathroom floors.
I know I passed your old house,
But that's not home. Home is in our eyes,
In our hearts. When we breathe in deep,
And I know that you have changed me forever.