Home is where the heart is

Patterns blue and green slant across the walls.
A set of worried eyes stares at the frozen ground.
What has happened.
Keep calm. Remember to breathe.
Although the silence is maddening.
Its okay. Ill be okay. I can handle anything.
But alone she waits. Praying that this moment would end.
Its been weeks. No response. She tried and she tried with her whole soul.
She closes her eyes as her surrounding begins to spin.
Twirling and hurling she falls to the ground.
"He is not coming home" she cries as the tears fall.
"He's never coming home"
The night becomes the day and the cold settles in.
He never did feel at home.
She may still dream.
Yet still empty inside.
Home is where the heart is.
We guess he felt another way.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

This is so heart-touching.. I can relate to this on a greater level.. Many times its the empty consolations that we give ourselves is what breaks us apart.. You portray the emotions nicely....