home.

Home was holidays with aci.

Home was me pretending things weren't happening.

Home was home before I wrecked it.

Home was absent.

Home so lonely.

Home was cold.

Home is empty.

Home is alive, often moving around.

Home isn't a place, a house isn't home.

Home is anywhere I end up at, anyone I come across.

Home is where the love is, and where it soon ends.

"Go home" they would tell me.

Not knowing home isn't mine to keep.

"Home" does not exist with me.

Home is lost to me.

-riri-