WHAT WE LOST STILL FINDS ITS WAY HOME

I thought I had let the ache wander away,

buried it deep, closing that chapter for good.

But what we lost somehow always finds its way back.

Life took me far and made me feel older,

but the past still returns, softly but sharply.

Every ending seems to come back around eventually.

I rebuild, adapt, and try to face the unknown,

believing my heart can move past old habits.

But what we lost somehow always finds its way back.

Memories travel like seeds on the wind,

and they grow again even in the smallest cracks.

Every ending seems to come back around eventually.

So I get up again, feeling wiser deep down,

accepting that closure doesn’t always come suddenly.

What we lost somehow still finds its way home.

Every ending seems to come back around eventually.