by Bella Melardi
It all comes back to me
When my friends go home
When night comes
I am alone
I will always come back to myself
It all comes back to me
A river, a rainbow, a road
Home ends with me
And I’ve built myself brick by brick
One day, when I am alone
I will not be lonely
It may be dark
But I’m not afraid
My lips cradle my voice
My hands are sun rays
Extending never-ending, always mending