If You Would Come Back Home - William Fitzsimmons

There’s room between your heart

And the chair where I’ve been sleeping

The place that we called home

Will someday watch you leaving

There’s room between today

And the last time that I saw you

The pictures in my brain

Will fade until I lose you

If you would come back home

We could start all over

If you would come back home

I swear it would be better

There’s room left in the house

There’s food still in the pantry

I could fix you lunch

Or take you out for coffee

Call the surgeon.

Mend the pieces.