There was once a song that
spoke of home.
Where wood settled, and memories filled every wall.
Unbreakable,
our roots pierced deep.

This home was north,
and north was you.

I always knew where to find it,
and without it I am lost.
Without a direction life feels wrong,
all while my heart is certain you are the half i need.

Hope is my Achilles heel,
as i wait for a home that no longer welcomes me.