Home

If home is a place, will I ever go there again?

If home is a person, will I ever meet them?

If home is a feeling, will I ever feel it again?

I have known Home.

I've lived there, known them, felt it.

I long for it now.

I didn't know it's name until recently.

Home.

If I feel the absence of it then does that mean I'm Homeless?

I have a roof over my head. Walls to keep me safe. A bed where I dream.

Is that what Home is?

If Home is where the heart is, then I suppose it is everywhere and nowhere.

Perhaps Home is a dream. A fleeting moment. A memory.

Not a destination or a goal.

Whatever or whomever it is, I find myself missing it.