Change

It was summer when you left. The storm had plundered the city; another brewed in my heart. You were the familiar smell and flowers > I was used to. You were those familiar roads, that cafe or the park. That story I had reread too many times. Or that movie I watched enough to say the dialogue alongside. I had promised myself you were the taste of home. I would wait for you to return. Welcome you with open arms.

You came back in autumn. Like those leaves that wither away, feeling useless to the rest of the world. You hoped to find the home you once chose to leave behind. And I had opened the door in anticipation. But your hug felt strange. Your smell wasn't familiar. Your words didn't make my heart race anymore. There was a huge void between us, and the silences were just blank, awkward and weird. I had unknowingly let you go. I have unknowingly adapted to the unfamiliar tastes through time. Danced in the rain alone. Become too comfortable in this unfamiliar feeling of loneliness that most people dread. Perhaps I have changed too much in between the seasons. Or perhaps it is you who has changed. But I know for sure you aren't home anymore. I am. Everything has changed.