Day 69 – Home

How strange

That the place I grew up is still home

Even though it hasn’t been home

For quite some time.


I have a bed

And a roof

In another city

That is where I lay my hat

And it is home too.

But a in a different way.


These street are full of memories

Of people I once knew

Not ghosts

The way my new home has


I wonder if this place will always be home

Even if I never live here again

Which I might not

If it’s ingrained into me

If home is always home is always home


Or if someday

When I have children of my own

The place where I live will fully take on

The mantle of home

And this place will be usurped

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