in april my parents and i
went back to the
east coast, new england,
for a funeral.
my mother grew up there
and i was born there.
i hadn't seen the ocean in
11 years since we left.
i miss the waves
i miss the cool
sea breeze
the seagulls
the marinas
the houses on the water
the random shops
i miss everything
it's more of a home than
this house in the middle of
nowhere ever was.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
in april my parents and i
went back to the
east coast, new england,
for a funeral.
my mother grew up there
and i was born there.
i hadn't seen the ocean in
11 years since we left.
i miss the waves
i miss the cool
sea breeze
the seagulls
the marinas
the houses on the water
the random shops
i miss everything
it's more of a home than
this house in the middle of
nowhere ever was.
Request permission to use this poem