wait for me to come home

I don't even know anymore

if I should trust my head

or I should let myself go

with my heart.

And I don't know if I miss

the blue sky and the birds

singing our names

like a song.

Or maybe it's the rain and

the salty smell and the

grooves of my tears

on my pillow.

Today I just can remember 

the warmth of your laugh

and the sweetness

of your heart.