I think I have left home, really

I donot know how or when

The tender moments died quietly under the rug

There is no longing in my melancholy now,

Or in the pauses between my verses

I simply fill in the spaces between words

With complacent silence.

I retrieved a memory yesterday in the snow

I remembered we used to walk

In the rain sometimes

Stupidly croaking like frogs on way

To the pizza-place

I think here, I chase lost moments

Kissing hot men never returns

The feeling of our warmth and

No matter how many lies I tell myself

I miss you tenderly.