Elucidating Questions

I wish there was a way to go back to the place that I was heading to

If there was still someone I could call home

Would I know what to do?

And all the things the little things that lead me back to him

Are all the reasons I can’t go

And no

There was no action to take

No right way to make him realise that I just wanted a home if but for one night

And the light of the moon bursting through the clouds that can’t be you

You

In searching for the dream I stepped into the dream world

Where can I go?

And he’s not you and you’re not him

Why can’t I know?

And if this dripping ink stains the pages red what could I possibly do?

Cause we’re at the end and I can’t get back to you.