Come home

- Sophia Watson

Come home.

Not to my house

but to where we are alone.

You’re quieter than a mouse;

I know something's wrong.

You’ll be gone

and it won’t be long.

I’ll hold on.

Hold on to how different you were,

now I question my worth.

Was it me that you wanted or her?

I need to be new again; rebirth.

You act the same

but yet you claim

that you cannot give

what I need to “live.”