901 Soho

You took me by the hand
And though you resurrected
The past I had neglected
I knew you
When everything was wrong
You stayed there as a constant
A beacon in the darkness
Of being alone
And though it’s been some time
Your imprint was a weapon
To take my imperfections
And use them
Now I’m sitting in the cold
Afraid to use my fingers
To call what I remember
As home