I find
I feel like a part of me
really does belong here,
is rooted to this place,
but a bigger part
wants to go back

                                                              home
It’s strange to think
how there’s millions of
schools and cities and
situations I could’ve landed
             
                                      ­                        in
How somewhere, out there
could be       
                                                     ­         a lover.
someone who wants me,
someone to understand

How somewhere out
                                                            ­   there
could be a best friend
someone who cares
for me the most

How somewhere out there
could be someone like me
who knows all that
                                                            ­    I know
and has seen all I’ve seen

crazy to think about
all the missed
                                                           ­   opportunities
that could’ve been the best
or the worst
changes I’ll never see