How strange
How strange
To come back to a place
Where your roots grew
But never set,
Where your soul lies
But never rests.
How strange
To come back to a place
Where no one can
Call you by name,
Where people laugh
But never change.
How strange
To come back to a place
Where you belong
But never stayed.
Is it my place ?
I cannot say.
From memories,
One sings
And laughs, and hurts
Sometimes
But to come back...
To come back
Is to open your favourite book
Where its pages were torn. —
The PDF version here — Print it, save it, share it.
♡
