I pretend pieces of my sanity br don't actually fall between br the pregnant pause, that br rushes the silence in br br I'm too grown - to be so, br unbearably comfortable with br the weight of the world br br Outside Spring arrives, br life takes flight as br butterflies haul the sun in br on their backs br br The pavement arches slightly at the neck, br tilt of the world off center- br this moment is what I’ll remember, br when I wake 10 years from now, haunting br the ruins of another city br br I’ll take what rest I can get br when it comes to carrying this cross, br the memento of who I was, before br the valiant fall- br Memories of home, we br take them with us when we go- and br you’re dying to know, what it is br I’ll miss the most.