I didn’t come home last year
our game ended in June.
People and places are the same
winter left and summer came.
Did you try to say goodbye?
Were you my random cry?
When I flew through the sky
with a melancholy sigh.
I came home in winter night
and the sun rose without you
people and places are the same
but it’s not home without you.
I really wish it wasn’t true.
Charlie Ann Alford 