On a quiet night bench I held my lonely heartbeat close A nameless wind brushed the ache inside my chest The voice from long ago still flickers like a fragile light and when I reach for it a prayer spills out before the tears I’m not trying to run I just don’t know where “home” is yet Still, when morning touches my cheek I feel a little easier to breathe If someday I find a heart someone left behind I’ll hold its warmth against my own and walk again toward the faraway
