Home Again
It’s true what they say,
When you walk away,
You can never go
Home again.
I’m walking away but I won’t turn around.
For fear you might see the smile of mine frown.
My heart is breaking, I’m slipping away.
I’m losing my home today.
If I were still there and the walls falling down,
My life would be stronger as they hit ground.
Mem’ries passing, from the back of my mind
For a new home, it is time.
It’s true what they say,
When you walk away,
You can never go
Home again.
A new set of neighbors, but none that I know.
They look and they point, as if watching a show.
Closing my blinds, tightly closing my eyes,
As the tears roll down my cheek.
Salt stains mar the sills of the dull panes of glass.
A tissue to absorb mem’ries of the past.
I look in my box, my life; emptiness.
I have left my soul behind.
It’s true what they say,
When you walk away,
You can never go
Home again…
Poetry
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