Your home will shatter
Emotionally not physically
The wood panels still fused
But your security dissipated
Dishes still in the kitchen sink
But your routine in shards
You will pack up
Backpack up on your back
And down on the ground
In your new compound
You will attempt to create anew
And you will
But it is unlike before
It will never be like before
So you will try a return
You will, desperately,
Grasping for breath,
Ride your bike to that old gate
That old entrance to that previous exit
But I regret to inform you,
It is no longer your home
He might invite you in but only to see a new couch
Some other woman is in the groove
But it’s not even the one you once made
The bathroom will look the same
Same portrait
Same book on top of the toilet
But a new towel hangs
And it’s no longer the perfume of your shampoo filling the room
I am so sorry but
You will feel like you are in a bad dream
Everything is familiar
Everything is yours in a no longer tucked away memory
It is still real if you open it and prolong it
It is still yours in some existence
Where that moment froze and never stopped
But it is changed
At the same exact time
It is hurdling forward as fast as it is still
It is as foreign as it is memorized
Everything is off on the same track
I am sorry but you can never go home
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Your home will shatter
Emotionally not physically
The wood panels still fused
But your security dissipated
Dishes still in the kitchen sink
But your routine in shards
You will pack up
Backpack up on your back
And down on the ground
In your new compound
You will attempt to create anew
And you will
But it is unlike before
It will never be like before
So you will try a return
You will, desperately,
Grasping for breath,
Ride your bike to that old gate
That old entrance to that previous exit
But I regret to inform you,
It is no longer your home
He might invite you in but only to see a new couch
Some other woman is in the groove
But it’s not even the one you once made
The bathroom will look the same
Same portrait
Same book on top of the toilet
But a new towel hangs
And it’s no longer the perfume of your shampoo filling the room
I am so sorry but
You will feel like you are in a bad dream
Everything is familiar
Everything is yours in a no longer tucked away memory
It is still real if you open it and prolong it
It is still yours in some existence
Where that moment froze and never stopped
But it is changed
At the same exact time
It is hurdling forward as fast as it is still
It is as foreign as it is memorized
Everything is off on the same track
I am sorry but you can never go home
