A Homeless Word

Love is a homeless word
and I choose not
to write it down
I'm hoping this will break us both
of a few bad habits
I'm kneeling in a gutted room
I can't help but feel confronted
never before was this a love affair
now it is,
my insanity says so.
I only came back to explain
and found you gone

I'm kneeling in a gutted room
I'm hoping this will break us both
of a few bad habits
love is now a homeless word
and I wish I could choose
not to write it down

I'm kneeling in an empty room
I only came back to explain
I'm writing on a scrap of mail
marked occupant,

came back to find you gone