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 winterís embrace;
my solitude a gift  
of the gods,
whoever they are
trying to imagine the view  
afforded from the balcony  
of life lived without the encumbrances
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 ~
itís 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
Author's Note
They say you can never go home, but they are wrong about a lot of things.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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