Home is in the middle.  
In my youth, I climbed the trees there,
I walked and played with my finest friends.

Weary with the weight of my kin,
the trees sway in the open breeze.
Almost as to sing me

home.

Recently, I took my love home.

In the clear of night,
on our backs - gazing into the
deeps of stars and nothings.

Looking at everything.

A tear runs down past my ear,
and I realize...

I was never home
until now.