I came home at 8:38 pm tonight, and you weren’t there.
I came back to my house at 8:37 pm tonight, and I still was waiting
on a text message from you.
I came back to my house at 8:39 pm tonight,
just to realize that it will
never be my home.
I strolled through the door of my house at 8:36 pm tonight,
and my phone, and my life, were
as empty as these
last two months have been.
I strolled through the door at 8:40 pm tonight,
texting a girl who wasn’t you,
asking if she still wanted to talk about
a boy who wasn’t me;
I locked the door of my heart at 8:35 pm tonight
And unlocked it again at 8:41 pm.
My mind started racing at 8:34 pm
And it wouldn’t stop until at least 8:42 pm.
But no matter the time,
I’m stuck on the loss of you.
I came home at 8:38 pm tonight, and you still weren’t home.