I sit in the rain
while swallowing my pain away.
Now that I’ve made my dream come true,
I am finally waking up.
The arms of the trees
are protecting me,
and scratching me,
then letting me go.

I sit in the sun
and suddenly it all comes to me:
the names of the streets
I used to walk,
the blurred faces
I used to love.
It all makes sense,
and it all comes back…
But I don’t.

I walk different streets now,
and I’ve learned to love new faces.
I get lost in new places I have never been,
and I stop, and breathe,
and breathe, and scream.
I live by the river now,
far from the sea,
and there is
No bridge home.