One day… I tell myself
I'll go back to my house,
Watch it drift away
Into the water with the rest
Of the mud and torched memories.
Tears slide down my face
And join my forgotten house.
My heart snaps in two,
How could they let it go?
Maybe one day I'll go find it.
That’s what I'll do. I'll find it.
My tears become one with the water.
Can't tell if I'm sad or its pain
Because the opaque water keeps me
From witnessing my personal atrocity.
Its probably better if I don’t though
Because if I see my drowned past
I'll never go back.
