Drinking cider tastes of when i loved you.
Sometimes, in the wind of a song, i still listen to the echoes of my heart breaking for you.
You were the most extraordinary home i ever found. I crossed your frontiers but I never had no Passport to you.
You’ll always be the happenstance that burns my throat in the middle of that song. The breach in my own wall that gives way to the inner tears. The strength to keep going when every part of me has given up.
I feel homeless.
But i don’t want to go back.
(Post title stolen from the song in the link).