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 Home isn’t home anymore These days I yearn to return home, yet, no place feels like home anymore. I thought home is where I’d always be, but, going back now, it doesn’t feel like me. I thought home was where my parents were, But now i’m not so sure, it’s also blur. I am left wondering as my thoughts start to roam, Where exactly is this place that I call home? Worried and confused, I gaze back at my past, Through fading memories, I find things that didn’t last. Tears fall as I recall the warmth of my family‘s embrace, I remember now what made a place home, in this familiar space. But now, if fear my home won’t be, as it was, The walls have crumble, and the memories lost. Where laughter once echoed, in the light of the day, those moments have vanished, like stars in the Milky Way. I get it now, I can't simply find home, It’s not there, in the past, where I used to roam. I'll make my own haven, memories I'll store, Because the old home, it exists no more.
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