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There will always be reasons to return.
In the form of old forgotten promises.
Or slow songs filled with a sort of comforting sadness.
Patter of the raindrops will call you back.
Every twinkle of the stars will remind you of home.
Of the heart that awaits yours after all this time.
It's never too late they say.
But it still is too early, says time.
The passing days are a blur of white and gold.
But in the tiredness of the lonely night,
your smile still keeps me warm.
Sometimes I wonder if I have wandered too far,
but then I close my eyes and there you are.
Right beneath my skin and always on my mind.
Space and time may keep us apart,
but still the yearning hearts find ways to be alive.
There's a kind of hope that stems from helplessness.
And everytime I crave your voice, I hope I can hear them in the soft crackle of the summer's fires.
The colors of it seems too much like the shade of your eyes.
It soothes me in this lone journey of mine,
What a pity that I can't hold it in my palm.
But then again fire and water never did get along.
Except maybe for us.
Is that why the stars were aligned like this?
So that I may cross unknown oceans and you may burn in my absence.
But they never anticipated that love might find a way.
Because we did and we always will.
It's getting cold and dark and the sky is full of stars that remind me of your eyes.
Maybe when morning comes I can take my first step back home.
Towards your waiting arms.
And towards our forever.