these cold walls
remind me of what
was once my home,
and my world.

sanctuary is what
i desired above all.
a home that lingered
in the ashes.

but no place is home
without you.

so come back to me.
i'm calling for you.

as the sun shines,
above hair of auburn;
i begin to wonder if
you still think about me.

throughout the trials
and tribulations,
this world pushed onto us.
do you remember my name?

years are behind us now
and our memories frail.
my mind is weak for
it thinks of you.

i know, i should refuse you.
you've done me wrong,
as i have to you.
i can't help but wonder.

do you still think of me?