I no longer long for home
For I have come
To the bitter realisation
that you make our house-
a home.
Home is feeling.
I can only feel homesick,
Run my fingers through -
The walls you painted,
Walk through -
The garden you planted,
And find the last pieces of you-
From the scent of your unwashed shirts.
I feel homesick-
For you.
For you are where my heart is.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
I no longer long for home
For I have come
To the bitter realisation
that you make our house-
a home.
Home is feeling.
I can only feel homesick,
Run my fingers through -
The walls you painted,
Walk through -
The garden you planted,
And find the last pieces of you-
From the scent of your unwashed shirts.
I feel homesick-
For you.
For you are where my heart is.
For my father, who passed 50 days ago. I love you.
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