humming

Something could be as nostalgic and real as a memory

But this something does not always seen as a happy ending 

I came home

With a mind full of notions

Of that something

And the ifs contained

By telling how

And wondering who

There must be an absolute answer 

of why it had to be as what it has to be

For when and where

will none know 

From now to then

and in between

Will I never once 

turn my aching back

For my stronger legs

run further away