Is the home I left
The home I can never go back to
Have I gotten to that point?
Where the place called home
Isn't really a place anymore
And now just a memory
While I try and find some
Solace and peace somewhere else
Another place I can call my own

This isn't it
That I know for sure
This is just a place to sleep
A place to do stuff
Things, placeholders, paperweights if you will
A feeble attempt to recreate
What we really desire

08/23/2006

Posted on 08/29/2006
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