Whatever The Word Home Meant To You

Whatever The Word Home Meant To You

A Poem by JFag

I miss my friends.


In a place called home

The sky never let us down


One static aspect of life

There were no surprises


A bottle of noise

Your faces remind me

That these things are real


When we are apart

I’ll bottle my voice for you


Behind a hill you wept

For fourteen hundred and sixty-one days you wept

Waiting for this life


In parks and nights

We stomped and ran

And repeated ourselves


When we are apart

Bottle your voice for me


On days when the sky was pink

We walked for hours

A track and a train to keep us company


On days when rain froze before it hit the ground

We buried our faces in snow

And forgot about our homework and all the other things we thought mattered


And suddenly,

We forgot


We forgot the times we rolled down hills

We forgot the times we balanced on railroad tracks

And we forgot


Eventually the world became new again, and we rejoiced

We walked again

We balanced again

But not together


And that was the point


When we are apart

Bottle your voice for me

© 2010 JFag

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Added on December 3, 2010
Last Updated on December 3, 2010



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