Houses

I sit here with a bag of hearts 

Blaming myself -  there's no place like home 

I wasn't prepared to hold hands 

With fingers broken 

Healing in the snow 

Hold me one last time 

As I feel you breathing 

Brick buildings falling away

I sit here 

Head turned to the door 

I can't spell regret 

But this good bye spells your name 

I look away 

I can't change today 

Heart beats to yesterday 

There's no place like home 

Rebuilding is never easy 

I wasn't prepared to hold hands 

With broken fingers 

But what  you couldn't see was my feet 

Safely planted on the ground 

Here to carry 

You 

Now she walks alone 

Bag of hearts broken 

There's more to this 

More to never leaving