sometimes i look out the window
and realize how far away i am.
time is a farce
but distance is real
and i wonder
if home is still home
or a harbor for change
so i’ll, eventually, return
to a memory
of a ghost
of what old stomping grounds
felt like beneath my feet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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