The old, grey house was creepy and had an eerie stillness to it. But that could have been because it was empty. The breeze fluttered through the grey wallpapered two bedroom house, picking up the white curtains like sails on the water. Tara took one last look at the house she had lived in for the last three months. She couldn't really call it a home, not for a wanderer like herself. She flicked her long brown hair out of her eyes and slammed the door.
"Ms. Gheri, are you ready?"
"Yes."
Tara Gheri watched another house, another lawn, another window, another door...
I mistook the warnings for wisdom...
another painting, another picture, another stone, another life...
From so called friends quick to advise...
She was too used to this, to even cry. The life of a wanderer is a long, lonely one.
Though your touch was telling me otherwise...
Remembrance only brought tears, and she didn't have any to shed, hadn't had any for a long time.
Somehow I saw you as a weakness...
As the taxi drove her towards the airport, she shuffled through her purse for her compact, to refresh her makeup and caught the young taxi driver's eyes in the mirror. He had dark eyes and black, greasy hair.
::Wash it sometime Slimeball...:: She flinched at the sound of a familiar voice inside her head.
I thought I had to be strong...
::Well is this strong? Is this bitter wreck of a life strong?::
Oh but I was just young, I was scared, I was wrong...
::I was wrong. And I pay the price every time, my heart aches. Aren't I just the big mistake?::
But she was going back, why, she didn't know. But at least she was going somewhere. Anywhere, but three am karoke bars and empty houses.
Not a night goes by...
::What should I say? Oh, gods, he's either forgotten or hates me for it. What am I doing? God likes to make fools of us all, in one word He defines as fate.::
I don't dream of wandering...
::Because wandering is all I do.::
Through the home that might have been...
::A home, where my heart still wants to be, I guess its this corazon of mine talking now.::
And I listened to my pride...
::They say pride goeth before the fall, mine surely did. Now look at myself. Virtually a drowned rat of society. Don't even have two pence worth left over from this cab ride to rub together.::
When my heart cried out for you...
::I did cry, though you may not have known or wanted to. You never knew how many times you kept me awake::
Now every day I wake again...
::Would you even take me back? And let me tell you how much your love means.::
In a house that might have been...
::Too many houses that have never been homes::