Home is where the heart is
And my heart is laced deep into every room and under every carpet
Attached to every floor board
Peeping through each keyhole
Knotted together under one roof
A priceless possession only to the eyes of the beholder
Padded and locked away safe
I left my heart behind when I moved for university
Left the people, the place good riddance
But it was the middle of winter
Cold and alone
The sun had dispersed
The beer gardens packed away the fun was over
Snow drops would fall
Along side the snow balls chasing the sound of dreaded laughter
It when then I realised this apartment I filled with a few pictures and empty wine bottles, was not my home
Then that dreaded feeling sunk in
The one where your heart gets heavy and your temperature gets high
I forgot about my home
I abandoned my heart
You see my heart is not my heart
My heart is the four people I call family
Family is my home
I am home
Life is almost normal
There’s no such thing as personal space
Or a lie in on a Sunday morning
Because the bacons cooking
Yet the sound of my siblings bickering is soothing
But then the holidays are over
It’s time to go back now
To that empty flat I once ran to without looking back
Except this time I can’t stop looking back
There’s tears
Floods of tears
Because I am alone in the cold and empty apartment
Whilst my heart is surrounded by home
Oh the irony