Finding HomeA Poem by Meghan
Im back in this town again
on the streets I still know so well. Just one place I used to call home, at least for a little while. Things change so subtly; more buildings, more roads, less trees. As I drive I try not to see your ghost. This town is the the one place my thoughts speak up most. Clockwork Orange, I can't escape. Every regret, mistake, moment of shame, is replaying in my head. Close my eyes, try to sleep. I know that I must leave. I'm trying not to think of what I don't have Everyone else has someone to come back to Something they missed and still hold on to All I have are memories Some that never really ever happened Everything I had is placed delicately inside my hands in boxes and crates to be stored: photographs, notebooks, the scars on my skin, every second spent with you, sweatshirts, and old guitars, laughter, a deck of cards, and the sound of two people who were never happy. I look behind town lines. Gone for good, gone in time, and I'm off to find exactly where is home.
© 2011 MeghanReviews
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