even when i least expect it, it's always lingering.
waiting for
when this song sounds better bouncing off the walls in my childhood bedroom,
when running barefoot on the grass is something i yearn for,
when the corners of my posters start to wilt,
when the friends i made feel so far away,
when i grasp for the memory i thought i had yesterday,
and when running back home means no one is going to wait for me on the other side of the door
i just wish it didn't come and bite me back
