Things they do not tell you about goodbyes:

No one tells you
When you walk out of your house

Your home,
For all purposes

That sometimes
You don't miss it

You do not turn around on your ankle

Look at those heights

And want to return


No one tells you
That even when you travel to the absolute extent
Of this earth

You will find that people will still be the same
You will still be the same


No one tells you
That sometimes
You do not miss
What you left behind


They will not tell you
That you will find comfort in
Dark, frightening places with unfamiliar faces
In shadows

They do not tell you
That
You
Will still be
alone





This feels exactly like home
I am not sure what I am meant to miss
Except the solitude and the stars every other night




The rain kisses the earth in different ways here

It does not send petrichor soaring
Throughout the atmosphere

And it does not torrentially lash at the earth

It is soft and slow
Like the softest cotton wool of the blankets
You cuddled in when you were a child


The rain kisses the earth differently
My ears perked up, I realize





The rain kissed the earth of my hometown differently
With thunder raging in the skies

If by chance I were to run into you,
Flood gates would break inside of me, never letting you know, that all of the feelings I have for you never left, you see.
They remain close and true, and soon to be bottled up for someone else to drink.
But as for now I go my way, with a brief glance and remembrance to never leave my heart astray.

©A. Harris

I feel at home
Laying in nothingness is where I belong
No Ray of light to call my own
This darkness comforts me
It subdue me when I'm alone
There's no hiding from it
No begging it to leave
This darkness if apart of me
It's the knife that cut me when I bleed
The dead leaves that fall from there stripped trees
It's the anger that needs to feed
The void that filled an empty heart
It's the stitches that kept it apart
Now I owe it
Cause it owns me
This darkness
This darkness
Is me