Home and Still Sick

Wanna get out, but I'll miss it here just a little bit.

And I miss

Not having the fan on all the time

With carpet on the floors

And tea in my hands

Though it wasn’t winter

You weren’t home

And I didn’t fear eating in the living room

With a rag on my head

It looked a little warmer downstairs

Than it does now

And how I wish

You didn’t get rid of that blue couch.

Author's Note

I wanted to write a little piece on missing home, or what once was. Growing up in a house with a lot of family issues or abuse, especially with parents, I think often many people lose comfort in their homes, though some of those old warm feelings resurface every once in a while with a certain trigger. I hoped I captured that a little bit in this piece, and the bittersweetness of it all.

Reviews

[Aura]

This says alot in just a few words. The person is missing some of the things that were familiar such as having the fan on all the time. At the same time, someone in this person's life is gone and they do not miss them. It seems as if this person posed a threat to them because the narrator says " You weren’t home And I didn’t fear eating in the living room". I definitely could see the theme of abuse in this piece, it seems as if the individual is sick as they have a rag on their head and could this sickness be caused by the individual who is no longer there? A deep message in just a few words. Very thoughtful piece you have here. 👏

[B. Stearns]

Sorry, it has been quite a while since I've logged in, but thank you for your lovely review! I'm glad you thought this piece was thoughtful, it means a lot to me! I appreciate it.

[Aura]

The pleasure is all mine :)