Come home

You reached for my hand
Then let it fall away
Like someone holding summer
Knowing winter has a say

You said,
"I don't know where it went."
Your voice became so small.
As if hope had left the room
The moment fire learned to crawl.

I wanted to promise
That nothing ever dies.
But even stars surrender
To their own exhausted light.

Maybe every fire
Becomes a quieter flame.
Maybe love begins
The day desire forgets our names.
And if tomorrow finds us
Older than our dreams,
It's still your chest
My heart remembers
When it needs to breathe.

We've buried other versions
Of the people we once knew.
A thousand tiny funerals
Just learning how to choose.
The fever taught us wanting.
The silence taught us why.
One taught us how to reach.
The other... how to stay.

Perhaps we were mistaken
Perhaps the blaze was never home
Maybe it was only
The light that led us there

Maybe every fire
Becomes a quieter flame
Maybe love begins
The day desire forgets our names
And every road I've wandered,
Every map I've ever drawn...
Somehow... 
still folds itself
Toward your arms.

If one day
You wake beside me
And the fever never comes...
Don't mourn it.
We've already buried
So many beautiful things.
We don't love them less
Because they ended.

When the world
Has taken everything
It knows how to take...
There is still
Only one place
My heart forgets
To be afraid.

Maybe every fire
Becomes a candle
If you wait long enough.
Maybe that's not tragedy.
Maybe...
That's what keeps the darkness
From winning.

And if the spark
Should leave us,
If youth becomes a story,
If longing learns
Another language...
It's still your heartbeat
That teaches mine
The way...
Home.

Go... If you must.
Become whoever time asks you to.
Just... When you're tired...
Come home.
I'll be there too.