It’s a long drive and it’s cold out there, so be careful.

there’s so many of you
running around
that i’m never sure
who it is exactly
that i’m talking to

don’t worry though,
i guard myself
with a precision
only learned
through years
of experience

and we can’t quite touch anymore,
because that’s the way of things,
as it turns out…
and you and i are forced strangers,
self-inflicted when necessary

but sometimes,
like a smile i’m not expecting,
there you are,
standing before me
like you’ve never left,
like i’ve never gone,
like we’ve never changed…

and in those moments, i am home.