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
