The many faces of home

Is home the city lights, the work, the flags fluttering on university avenue, the high energy and dreams? 
Is it the armchair by the window, watching the sunset, skipping over the day's events in a rapid flashback of shame and nothingness? 
Is home laughing over a million forgotten jokes, a million faceless faces, a million questions? 
Is it the underlying thrill, the freedom, the desire and the regret? 
Is home the smell of cigarettes and cologne, the taste of a waltz, the strength of a hug, the ache of loss, of chances gone? 
Or is it the skies, the immigration lines, the security checks and conveyor belts? 

Reviews

[Ramsey]

i reallllllly like the line about the millions. "a million faceless faces." i love that. i love repition poems and this is great