Oh how I long to be in that dearest of places,
immersed in the familiar scents and uncaring voices
to go back to be greeted by that old wooden door, or
be heralded by the creaking of that weathered floor.
Oh how I missed that sagging old couch,
whose stains account for the memories of a lifetime.
That familiar sight outside the window, where youth gave
way to tired old bones.
Oh how I long to come home, to be whole, to belong.
Forever is the memory etched in my heart,
forever have I wished that I could still be a part.
Home..how I long for home.
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