Homelost Path

A Poem by amenimity

Capturing Emotion Contest Submission

I miss the love
The feeling of being home
I miss the routine
Of never waking up
So alone
I miss the anxiety
Planning weekends
And the petty fights
But when I look out my windows
Of the city full of lights
I realize I miss my identity next to you
And all my hindsights
I miss the hope
The feelings of a family all my own
I hope all the scavenger hunts
Will someday lead me down that path
When I open those windows and doors
To my new home