Home

I'm here again.

In a place that doesn't belong to me. A world I don't quite fit in.

This time around digs deeper inside of me,

pulling more of me out. 

I had found the puzzle I completed.

I found my home.

Now I'm chasing after my tail.

Hopelessly chasing after a comfort I will never reach.

And I'm tossed back into an old world as used garbage,

one man's trash but nobody's treasure.

I'm existing in a house that will never be home to me.

Surrounded by four walls, I am homeless.

Uselessly trying to draw what home looked like.

Her. 

Two lungs and warm breath.

Two arms wrapped around me.

Safe.

Her scent was home.

Across the country.

Cold.

Everything is cold.

I am cold. Without her.

She makes me warm.

But she is gone.

And no arms close themselves around me

like they're shutting the door to our quaint abode.

Four walls without arms will never be home.

Not anymore.

Not after her.