It's Not Your Fault

A warm light, I found somewhere. If I held out my hand, would you meet me there? Through our broken thoughts that grew in us, I’ll signal back to forgotten friends and tell them that I’ll make it back again, but they’ll be gone like you and I’ll have no place to come back to when our homes all get sold and walls become worn and old. So if I seem like something is missing now, it’s not your fault, you know.
Ship us back to where we awoke, during cloudy days on a bitter coast, where there was geography in knowing that we could be happy. A door we found back there that night, broke in to see it before it died, before we left the beach and stripped those memories when she said,
“Don’t you go anywhere, no, please don’t, you don’t disappear. Make sure you board that train someday, though I may not remember your name”, when she said, “don’t you go anywhere, don’t you dare disappear. I knew I’d meet you somewhere, sometime when our homes all get sold and days become grey and cold. So if I seem like something is missing now, it’s not your fault, you know.”