on my way, to home.

i feel a physical ache in my stomach
void may come as you leave
and I look back at the flashing lights in grief
your calm in this chaos is the only story we weave

my heart emotionally bleeds with love
for it knows much it's full
not big, not small but a little handful
what is this madness attraction, push and pull

the tension in the attached strings increase
as I move away from this place
my fingers have a beautiful grace
the marks of these strings that I can't erase