you say, i’ll be home later
and you wander between the streets and the moon, tucking away the night inside the bottle between your lips, warm and drowning.
you say, i’m coming home
and you get lost, having made a left turn instead of the right one and you find yourself waiting at the corner as you pass yourself by.
you say, i’m home
and you cross the threshold and lock shut the door behind you, knowing that you’re still out there somewhere, waiting to go home.