Home

I've just moved onto the next stage in my life and I'm struggling. This is dedicated to the one person getting me through it.

I was so excited to move out,
To get on with my life, start the next chapter.
But I only wish the book had reached its end.
I want to turn back the pages, even just go back a few.
I don't want to continue into this long and vast Unknown.

No where feels like home anymore;
Not here, not there, not anywhere.
No specific place, but a specific someone.
The someone who has gone.
Onto their next chapter also.

Reuniting it certainly does happen,
But only for a page...or two.
Easily ripped out, the pages forgotten;
Not something I want when it's the place I call home.

I want them to stay,
To make everything alright.
To turn back the time, to stay up with me all night.
My heart bleeds knowing you are so far away.
Black tear stained droplets make their way to the blank page.

My saviour, my home, please won't you be here today?

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. I literally wrote this in 2 minutes and didn't want to change it because of the spontenuity. Thank you ~ Alison :)

Reviews

[Asante]

This carries a weighted beauty to it, having been spontaneously written and left without edit.
Your piece hit close to home for me, being away from home myself, having began my next chapter in this labyrinth of a life; quite the irony when I look at the title. :)

Great work, Alison!