Home is where the heart is
So I have nowhere left to stand
No doorway knows my name
No room remembers my breath
I walk the world unclaimed
A wanderer carved from frost
Carrying only the echo
Of a pulse I misplaced
Home is where the heart is
But mine slipped from my ribs
Like a bird fleeing winter
Leaving me
Roofless
Rootless
A body without a compass
Still I search the dark
Not for shelter
Not for warmth
But for the faintest thrum
That might lead me back
To something like living
Home is where the heart is
And I am learning slowly
To build one
From the ashes
Of what I lost