1. Foggy rearview, him and
I, fast pacing on highway,
No care in the world,
Noone standing in our
Way - we move so fast,
I think it will soon hurt. 

It does hurt. 

2. Foggy vision, me on
My own, i smile, they
Thought i could never
do anything alone.
I have stopped wearing 
my glasses again. 
That way, i do not have to see 
him- or look for him in 
places where he will 
never be, but always was.
I think, it will hurt less now.
I will give him up, i swear.
Soon, i swear. 

3. if i found him in 
strange places, with strangers,
i would realise how he
does not look like home 
anymore. And i would look
from word to word, 
face to face - 
without answers. 

He has never answered.


And i still have so many 
Questions : are broken
homes worth wearing
Out your souls down
so much that the ghosts
of the past haunt you in every
Corner of your new house? 
was every fight, storm and
longing stare worth it if we
gave it up as easily we gave up
on snowfall in our small town? 
were we worth the exhaustion,
the brokenness and the calls
we ceased to take? 
did we build our own homes
together, after all in a strange
city, or have we just let it out
for rent? 

I think I have closed myself in. 

Cause i think i have given enough-
Almost everything. 

So, I have started to rather build homes than look at the ones I have lost.

I am sure he is doing the same.