32 year old feelings

i run away

first for a month

then for a year

it all dosn’t matter

because now i am back here

like at days where thounder was still scary

now it’s, when and who i am going to mary.

once again i am packing my bag

thinking, this time

i may not even come back.

“will i ever see you again”, she asked

“sure sure” i answered fast.

i changed my religion

and run away once more

in a different direction then before.

this time i am overseas

desperate for some ideas

what should i do with my life

and who even says that i need a wife.

comming back this time was different

the house was empty with a sign “for rent”.

the key still fits perfectly

but no body is in there to comfort me.

what would it take,

so my last memory of you,

won’t be a cold hand shake.

i would do it without hesitation

even scream my love to you, to the whole nation.

mom its me, your son at thirty two

saying for the first time, i love you.