�Home Is A Question Mark�

There is a new job in another city
The excitement is mixed with fear for the unknown
A different set of streets to get used to
A new timetable to confuse you
Another bus driver to despise
So do we go in the hunt for life outside
Or stay inside and search online
The bright of high buildings shine during the day
They tower and terrify with us feeling small at night
Where did all the money go just travelling across the road-
But we’ve seen worse and this could be worse
If it wasn’t for the support of all our friends
So where are all our friends tonight?
I wish they were here to share the nerves and sad departure
No one to stand waving, breaking my heart at the platform
I wish we had their hands to hold onto just one last time…
As I prepare to leave this place
I can’t help wondering what you are doing on the other side of this city
And what really happened to us
Was it me or was it you?
Another time to say farewell to
Another someone to cry my eyes out for
I’ve spent my whole life saying goodbye to the people just passing through
They easily forget about me and I’ve got used to this my whole life
Strange that this time it’s me who’s disappearing
But what am I leaving behind and why am I willing to leave so easily?
And why won’t they suddenly show up and ask us to stay?
“Goodbye” and I wonder where is it that life is taking me this time?
Home is a question mark all over again.
 

Reviews

[Marlton]

Strong conceit to reduce the warm and central concept of 'home' to something as impersonal and prefunctory as a question mark. Lovely balance of what's lost and what may be gained, or may not and I loved the sense of moving perspective as you become the one departing.

'I wonder, it's frigtening,
Leaving now, is that the right thing?"

SMH X

[justjenn_2u]

Your words are so very clear and concise. The poem reads as clear as a story, while still flowing smooth with no forced language.

You have a style all of your own here and I truly like it! Nice job!