I want to go home.

No not that type of home.
Not the type with a roof
And four walls, maybe more if you're lucky.

Ding ****
I go from door to door searching for the right home

How many doorbells does it take to find the right door?

A few of them invite me inside.
"Make yourself at home" they say
But how can they tell me to do that if I don't even know what home feels like?

But no.

I once knew what home felt like.

Home was his open arms
His warm body
His sparkling eyes
His unforgettable smile

Home felt happy.

But then I couldn't afford to pay the price to keep him as mine.

So they foreclosed on my home and snatched him away.

Now I wonder if I'll ever find a new home.