They say "you can't go home again"
I dismissed the thought; believed that I could return to the town that I once
rode through on my beach cruiser,
walked through with my friends,
utilized poor construction sites as makeout spots
"I've come home", he sings
but if there is one thing that I believe my mother was right in saying is
that this is all geography
That perhaps is the scariest thought of all;
that I don't yet know where by home is or who will fill rooms with music
and enjoy the elusiveness of life with
I've come home
but not in the way he means it
I have come home to my teenage broken heart--and its perpetrator
I have come home to a house where I was on month-long bed rests
I have come home to a structure that is seemingly not mine
I suppose I wish it wasn't true;
that you can't go home again
and things are ever changing...
that is something we must accept as we grow older
When I truly think about it though, I don't know that I would want to return to my once "home"
I think I just wish I had one.