home is christmas of 2019 when i decorated the tree holding my favorite niece
home is the summer before my first year of middle school when i danced everyday in my mother’s giant kitchen or in the middle of the street
home is not 52 days ago when i tried to take my life & failed
home is not 11 days ago when i ran until my feet bled-
until i derailed
when i was little i was told home is where the heart is
when i was little i was told that home is within
when i was little i was referred to as a tornado
because i had broken every home i’d been in.
home is last night when i rocked my nephew to sleep
home is this morning when i laughed with my sisters
home is not summer sixteen when i felt incredibly weak
home is not five years ago when i stayed in that house down the street
maybe home is inside me
maybe it’s laying on the floor in my room
maybe home is exactly where i left it in your car where i last kissed you
or maybe it’s not even around anymore
maybe it left with the moon...