#NaPoWriMo - day sixteen

someone is always listening
it’s always raining somewhere
 
every meal we ever shared
ended with us in bed or in tears
 
you always warned me
my sins would find me out
 
i never thought they were sins
i only wanted a place to call home
 
which is always a cliché
and always the truth
 
i’ve forgotten
every conversation we ever had
 
or rather, i don’t remember
every word we exchanged
 
i wasn’t always listening
and always filled with longing