Home

Home feels like

A quiet Sunday morning

The concrete after a rainy day

The hope in your heart

When opportunity strikes you

And nothing ever feels quite the same

It is the essence of Life

The very substrate!

It is the soft under belly

Of the old stray

Who gazes at you

And strides your way

Her very presence

Blessing upon your day

Home is a sort of melting

A softening of the heart

Something you keep within you

Even when your world falls apart

Home is the mountain

You climb to the tippy top

The cry of victory

The sweetness of success!

Home is a place

A feeling

A state

Home is always one call away

When the body is weary and tired of what seems like an endless search

Home beckons forth

When you need it most

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Old Lovers

A feeling of longing

Of a love not met

When two lives

Just don’t

Seem

To intersect

When the days drag on

And you miss all the steps

Of your old favorite song

That now sounds like regret

When your best friend becomes a stranger

When they walk

Away

When good times

Turn to old times

That will always be ingrained

In your mind,

Forever

No matter how much you try to escape

Nothing could ever

Take their place