six months of separation

and you never laugh when i call anymore

the sound of your voice echoes in my head

like i am dead but not in heaven

all the fancy places we used to go

how far away, like a dream i used to know

and so you wonder why i cry?

six hours flying home

and there's no warm hand there to meet me

only the sound of baggage carousel

is the only sound that greets me

staring out the window on the ride home

faces stare at me as if they know i am alone

and so you wonder, why i cry?

six years in new york city

and im back on the block, where i say im living

people i know by name, don't know me

i never met them to begin with

opening the door down on president

counting the postcards that i wrote but never sent

and so you wonder why i cry?