[06:00.00]Old Town
[06:00.00]I took the late bus back where the sidewalks crack in two,
[06:00.00]Past the corner store at Maple where the summer roses grew.
[06:00.00]Every streetlight looked familiar, every window held a name,
[06:00.00]Like this town had kept a record while the world and I both changed.
[06:00.00]There’s the diner by the highway, there’s the church bell in the rain,
[06:00.00]There’s the schoolyard fence we climbed on, swearing we would never stay.
[06:00.00]I was young enough to promise I’d be gone and not look back,
[06:00.00]Now I’m standing at that crossing with a suitcase half-unpacked.
[06:00.00]I used to think that moving fast
[06:00.00]Was how a heart gets free,
[06:00.00]But silence sounds like mercy now,
[06:00.00]And home still knows me.
[06:00.00]I found my way in an old town,
[06:00.00]Where my name still sounds the same.
[06:00.00]No bright stage, no crowded skyline,
[06:00.00]Just a porch light in the rain.
[06:00.00]I came back with empty hands now,
[06:00.00]But a fuller kind of heart.
[06:00.00]I thought leaving made me stronger—
[06:00.00]Maybe staying is the hard part.
[06:00.00]Mom still keeps my room in faded blue, the way it used to be,
[06:00.00]Dad still leaves the porch light on in case I lose my key.
[06:00.00]I spent years inside a city trying hard to be enough,
[06:00.00]Wearing ambition like an armor, calling all that pressure love.
[06:00.00]Now I walk down by the river where our initials still remain,
[06:00.00]Older bark, but same old letters, same soft echo after rain.
[06:00.00]No one asks me for a headline, no one asks me what I own,
[06:00.00]They just ask if I can help set chairs before the neighbors come.
[06:00.00]I was searching for a finish line
[06:00.00]Somewhere far away,
[06:00.00]But peace was never on that road—
[06:00.00]It was here, waiting to stay.
[06:00.00]I found my way in an old town,
[06:00.00]Where my name still sounds the same.
[06:00.00]No bright stage, no crowded skyline,
[06:00.00]Just a porch light in the rain.
[06:00.00]I came back with empty hands now,
[06:00.00]But a fuller kind of heart.
[06:00.00]I thought leaving made me stronger—
[06:00.00]Maybe staying is the hard part.
[06:00.00]If you see me on a Sunday,
[06:00.00]By the market near the square,
[06:00.00]Know I didn’t lose my fire,
[06:00.00]I just found a quieter flare.
[06:00.00]I still dream about tomorrow,
[06:00.00]I just breathe before I run.
[06:00.00]I found my way in an old town,
[06:00.00]Where forgiveness feels like grace.
[06:00.00]Where the morning smells like coffee,
[06:00.00]And I don’t have to fake a face.
[06:00.00]I came back with all my fractures,
[06:00.00]Every doubt and every scar.
[06:00.00]I thought home was just a memory—
[06:00.00]Turns out home is who we are.
[06:00.00]Let the highways keep on calling,
[06:00.00]I finally know where I belong.