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Oct 2016
It is feeling homesick

In your own bed

In the house you’ve lived in

Your entire life

Because home

Hasn’t been this town

Since the first time your smile

Took my breath away.

Home became 
the passenger seat of your car
And the way you said
“I love you”
And

“You are so beautiful”

Without ever opening your mouth 

Home was your mouth

Home was your laughter

Your hands

Home was how you talked about your dreams
Home was the summers

I naively imagined

Might be full of

County fairs

Counting stars

And watching fireworks

With you 

And now,

Home is a place

You took with you 
when you left

I wonder 

If now that you are far away

In a different city

If you too feel homesick

For more than this small town
Deanna M Reeder
Written by
Deanna M Reeder  20/F/Tulsa
(20/F/Tulsa)   
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