Homesick for a place that was never your home
Missing a person you’ve never met before
Tugging at the red string tied to your wrist
The space in your heart where another had rest
Even the river and even the ocean
Are made of the tears we shed for the past
Pieces of ourselves flow out to the world
And back once again to show us our paths
Bare your beautiful scars
And follow where your tears go
Sleep well, little one
You will find your own way home