it's 3AM
and I stand alone
at the entrance of my so called
home.

I grab for the key
that I've never owned.
you are all over the floor,
all over the stairs,
teared apart.

the weeks go by
and I feel
less and less
of you,
of us.

there is no sense in coming back,
but I do
and I will keep doing so.

I carry your body within me
and hide it,
I try to secure it.
but security,
well, is just an illusion
that keeps us going
building our destiny.

it's midnight again
and I was just born.
I stand alone now,
but I promise to
myself
that I won't be,
no,
not forever.