Back Home (II)

It’s been a long spring
Living here alone
With all the winds whispering
The saddest words.
I used to spend my days
Alone writing songs
'bout how I missed your face
'bout how I missed your voice.

It’s been a long summer
Living with your ghost
And all these suns’ve never
Been so cold.
I used to waste my days
Beneath the smoke
How I wish you came
To listen to my songs.

It’s been a long fall
Sleeping on my own
Between the leaves
And the darkest shades of coal.
I used to spend my days
On the backyard porch
Staring at the still town’s stare,
Sinking in the dirty snow.

It’s been a long winter
Sleeping on the road
Wearing out my bitter
Smiles, rhymes and glows
I used to bask in, loathing
The days spent by the phone
The days you never called
The days we were alone.

Back home, here
To cure my wounds
And count the tears
Back home, now
To sew my lungs
And thinking out loud.