The largest loss was those
years spent at roam
looking for a place to call home
but I have discovered that
home was never a single place
—this is a lie of convenience—
and I learned this:
the ‘h‘ I dropped behind the couch
in the old apartment where I
slumped quietly until university was over;
the ‘o’ I left lying in your lap
in the morning silence on the
last day I saw you;
the ‘m’ is in my parent’s house
split in half and broken on the floor
the day they decided life
was not worth it together;
and the ‘e’ does not seem to have a home of its own
it is I don’t know where yet—
isn’t that beautiful?

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