to re-create the journey,
to re-enact the scenes.
all seem to me,
like a passing phase.

the opened door,
that familiar voice,
i could sense you,
"hi,stranger."

why am i still holding back
my tears?
in this loneliness,
there's nothing to fear.

why am i still talking to
myself?
hoping you'd have the keys
to my cell.

* my cure - you.