it's funny how home can be
                                                an obligation
                                                a relief
                                                the place where your bed is where the food is where your mom is
                                                a hug a kiss a look in his eye
                                                wherever the night leads you
                                                ran away from
                                                bolted towards
                                                not a house
                                                stifling
  ­                                              missed
            ­                                    comforting
                  ­                              it's funny how it is what you make it and how i keep happening upon that truth