I am with Mike
or someone else
or alone
and I need to get back to my home
and I need to get back to my home
I am aware that it has changed that it is unrecognizable and
I want to find it anyway in spite of being lost and
unable to convince anyone else of the need that I have to find this place
And even when I find it I am not there.
1 comment:
Home is where my mom is! I love you. Your home is here at Basil's house now! Those stairs would be more beautiful if someone had painted all over them. I like your poem. Simple but moving.
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