Home is in the middle.
In my youth, I climbed the trees there,
I walked and played with my finest friends.
Weary with the weight of my kin,
the trees sway in the open breeze.
Almost as to sing me
home.
Recently, I took my love home.
In the clear of night,
on our backs - gazing into the
deeps of stars and nothings.
Looking at everything.
A tear runs down past my ear,
and I realize...
I was never home
until now.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 10:25 PM UTC
Home is in the middle.
In my youth, I climbed the trees there,
I walked and played with my finest friends.
Weary with the weight of my kin,
the trees sway in the open breeze.
Almost as to sing me
home.
Recently, I took my love home.
In the clear of night,
on our backs - gazing into the
deeps of stars and nothings.
Looking at everything.
A tear runs down past my ear,
and I realize...
I was never home
until now.
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