when I feel lost I find myself thinking of you. I feel at home when I'm with you. I've been homeless for 6 months now.
I keep knocking on your door, hoping that you'd let me stay with you again; but all you seem to say is I'm sorry, there isn't any room here, check back later.
I tried building a house of hope to keep me warm while I wait but all I felt was the foundation crumbling between my fingers.
-h