Polaris

You hitchhiked your way into my heart

You, intruder with a velvet tongue and a knapsack of second hand promises.

You recognized the creases in my face

And your wounds were all too familiar.

We shared the same scars.

But your nomadic existence made me one guiding star in your night sky;

You were only trying to find your way back home.

And I knew, straight away, that you would feed my ego but not my soul.