Backpack on my back,
It pulls me down,
time tugging at my skin.
I walk these streets that bend—
they feel like home somehow.
Counting the cracks in the cobblestone.
I just want to feel you near again,
to remember why I left my town.

I trip over stupid things as
The evergreens I'm walking through
whisper —
“Stay with me.”
Their voices are all I hear
as I walk in the in-between.
But it’s something I...