i wanted to
come home for spring
tasting the sunshine
hidden behind curtains
the flowers that bloom
in my nani's garden
the smell of
the city i love & the
sounds of familiarity and love
the popcorn that lingers in
cinema halls and
the wind against your skin
driving down the main road
no laws, no hurt
the sun, the dirt
it's all so close to
home

but then
it hits me

home
is empty

you left and took
the sunshine in
your pocket
the seat next to me
in cars, and cinemas
forever empty from
now on
and what's the point
of going back home
when emptiness and
loneliness is
what greets me at the
front door and why
should i come
stay after all i love
has subtly washed away
the day you chose
to leave;
not stay.