In the scrapbook of my memories
I see your soul-piercing eyes.
The quilt of your words envelopes me,
thawing the chill within.
And I thought, "Maybe, today."

But a fleeting farewell
is fated to permanence.
Your promises were adorned with lies.
A brief message later says simply
"I don't 'know' you".
Nothing more.

I yearned to come home
when my eyes caught your gaze.
But my roaming persists.

My only anchor is the image
in the wishbook of my mind
and the warmth and safety of that home.
And I think, "Maybe, someday."