I could go on and on with how I am ready to move on, but then you'll come home, making every thought of healing dissipate.

I could sit and stare at the sky for a while, I could find hope, I could finally be resilient, and then you'll come home, making me go back into my shell.

I could feel the cool breeze caress my skin, and I could finally like it. It's a new day. Hence, I could always start anew, and then you'll come home, making me long for freedom.

I could finally be free, I could finally decide to make my life a masterpiece, but then you'll come home, making me rethink if I am even capable of that....