homesick

based off something my friend tweeted about her long distance relationship

it is strange
that my hometown 
doesn’t feel like home anymore 
because my home
is now a person 
the arms of my favorite chair
that I cried on in the seventh grade
when my dog died 
are now your shoulders 
that held me up
when my father passed away 
the blankets I buried myself in
when my chest would grow heavy
are now your hands
that I squeeze 
when my body caves into itself
the pillows I used to dry my tears
when my heart broke the first time 
are now the tips of your fingers
that dry my eyes
when I am homesick

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[Phillip Francis]

I enjoyed this piece. I wrote on the same topic should you be interested. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1744947/

Thanks for sharing.