Home

No one cares about the stars or how they make my broken soul feel as if its been put back together with the warmth and love that has long since gone out of me.

No one cares about the lights on the mountain and how they've always signified home to me.

The simple things that make me feel, are of no concern to anyone.

I haven't had a home since she died...

I haven't felt at home since you left...