He Who Was Home

He Who Was Home

When I think of home I am torn

Because that word has now been reborn

Home to me was not just a place

It was a feeling, an emotion captured in time and space

I close my eyes and then I am there

But that home is no longer there for me to bear

Walking around like another lost soul

Wondering if and when I will ever feel whole

Because my home was you and I

And that home was never a lie

It is now burned down and there is the rubble

Forgetting it all is my one big trouble

So now I stand here all alone

Because it was he who was my home

 

Kariann Alcala, 2010

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