Come Home Pantoum

It’s the distance she craved close to me.

Did modesty make me move on?

I kept riding in circles so I’d never have to stop.

I shouted out and the answer echoed me.

 

Did modesty make me move on?

I listened to the bursting silence of her mind.

I shouted out and the answer echoed me.

She never said she’s scared, ‘cause I was, too.

 

I listened to the bursting silence of her mind.

I slept on the sofa when she was not home.

She never said she’s scared, ‘cause I was, too.

The bed sheets remained the same, unmade.

 

I slept on the sofa when she was not home.

It’s the distance she craved close to me.

The bed sheets remained the same, unmade.

I kept riding in circles so I’d never have to stop.

 

I shouted out and the answer echoed me.

Sleep home, come close. Sleep close, come home.

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