Walking Home

Walking home the voices of thoughts keep me company,

My feet find their path, but my mind is lost to memories

And I fear, that where before there was only certainty,

There are now friends and lovers with no time for me.

The door is unlocked and the stairs are slowly climbed,

I enter my bedroom quietly, but leave off the lights.

Sleep asks for answers only words at a desk will find,

Although I have so much time, there is often never enough;

May you wile away those hours not meant for sleep,

And place them all in an envelope, addressed to me.