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home always smells
exactly as you remember,  
even if  
so much time has passed,  
the landscape  
is now only  
vaguely familiar  
 
I had two thousand miles  
to dream of you,  
journeying across  
dark highways  
through flat, yellow fields  
quietly sleeping  
in winter’s embrace;  
my solitude a gift  
of the gods,  
whoever they are  
 
I tried to imagine the view  
afforded from the balcony  
of life lived without the encumbrance  
of existing in a state of anticipation,  
always looking over my shoulder  
for disappointment  
 
why am I still so afraid to wonder  
what that would be like?  
 
I enjoy driving at night;  
nothing but the sound  
of earth rolling beneath,  
my thoughts riding above;  
I imagine the task  
of setting up house  
in a new space  
as a sacred ritual,  
one granted me by magic ~  
as if my wishing made it so  
 
rolling into a new town  
exhausted and wide awake;  
restlessness mixed with hope ~  
it’s not an easy thing  
to plant new life  
in forgotten soil;  
it will require patient sifting  
and careful tending;  
new beginnings are tricky things
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2021
Author's Note
They say you can never go home, but they are wrong about a lot of things.
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