your smile, a bed. a balcony.
and i haven't been home for so long.
in a way i feel neither have you
if nothing needs to happen
so does sleep.
if you're asking me to stay
how should i?
(how should i leave?)
how should i bear the heartbeats and sine waves?
anything and anything in between
our self imposed tiny steps
aware we'd never meet
i haven't been home for so long