Moments moved us on,
The distance numbered our days,
but we stood fighting until we gave into fates sway.
Bending but not giving up until it broke all that was.
It was months after and I remember thinking to myself,
how much of the day would pass until you walked backed into my subconscious.
Washing over me all the anxiety in a new wave every day.
I was in pain and you were not,
and that was pain enough I suppose.
I suffered for a long time,
hoping that fate would sway again and fix us this time around.
I wonder if it would be any easier,
if home was a place and not a person.