My heart left me a message
on my answering machine,
she said she's on her way back home
a place she's barely seen.
I'm terrified for her return
as days creep slowly by,
the question isn't how she is,
the question's simply: Why?
The stars are softly whispering,
the midnight smile is near;
at the thought of finding who I am
my soul shivers with fear.
I don't understand;
I was happy with being broken -
what changed?
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