Nine years gone, I told you what it was like to be back home. You said you never knew because you never left yours alone. The bench along the trailway, the railroad in my head. You never left your home state but saw enough of it. So create another template and let me fill it in. Your blanks alone are better than what I'd make for them. Did you ask me what I was thinking because you know who I am? And did you ever take issue with the lines that I misread? Nearer days to number and better times to spend. It's all fondly remembered, is that for the best? I haven't found a use for myself yet. It's an ending you wrote to amend. It's an ending you wrote.