we spin the same circles
and touch the same skins
it should smell like familiar
but now we're just homesick
and ghosts will never be
the new
new
old would be nice
it's a song we could dance to
but our feet wrote too much
so damned awkward
on paper
now we cry and just hum
all the tunes
I know you can live without
yesterday after
it's all pictures in boxes
that never made albums
cardboard and frameless
we're smiling forever
in tombs
they'll say do you remember
and no one will leave roses
there's only one mourner
she mouths words without music
and wishes she never
knew
that she knew
and I always loved you
but the lights in the driveway
grin from the windows
and pull at my seams
until I
unraveled
pack it away like the clothes
we outgrew
home
isn't home
anymore
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Author:
Heather T (
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Comments4
One can never go back 'home', can they, as your poem so well portrays to me. "home isn't home anymore" says it all. Thanks for sharing this nostalgic poem, Heather!
Are you talking about me Heather?
Great poem, fits me to a T. Left my first home for my second home and my second home for my third home. But now I am home. Sorry, while I agree with everything else you so eloquently wrote, cannot agree with the last stanza.
I do get homesick sometimes, primarily for comfort food I had as a kid and cannot get here, but otherwise I am happy where I am now.
Beautiful writing. Very nostalgic and atractive mind setting. It took me to my old house in Brazil where I left everything behind, even pictures. Thanks for sharing
Just beautiful.
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