Home..., don't feel it here, nor anywhere else.
it's not you who's not welcoming, nor is it me.
Home meant alone for so long, sheltered from whatever, alone.
Now I’m not so sure.
Although the feeling remains: “me strange”
and the comfort that gives is still warm,
I do feel I’m lacking something, some way to connect....
Is it me that drifted to far? Or is it you who can’t reach?
Or is it neither, is it just time, just space, just….
And we both move on, no need to wait or to hurry.
See another in glimpses, interpreted always wrong,
But close enough to heart and cared enough by soul.
We each take a step, a plunge and watch the other grow
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