No longer home.

I am in a city far from home. 

I look at all the lights and know that this isn't where I belong. 

I know that this isn't where I belong. 

I am longing for somewhere that is no longer home. 

I am longing for humans that no longer even consider the thought of me.. 

But home, it might not be a place. 

Maybe home is a person..

Perhaps a person I've yet to meet.

Possibly someone that is already in my life.. 

But just because they might be out there.. 

Doesn't change the fact that I'm homesick, 

of a place, that is no longer home to me..

Reviews

[The Girl Who Loved Too ..]

Beautiful. I hope you find your 'home' :)