Homesick

Sometimes I catch a glimpse

of a place far away,

yet so near and dear

a place where I can’t go

a place I left behind

a place that I called home.

And when I go back

nothing will ever

be the same again.

So much that I think

it’s not possible

to ever go home.

And when I try

to go back home,

I fall asleep

in a bed that

I somehow miss

while being there

lying in it.

I breathe the dust

of my old life,

and wonder what

I could have been.

Do I even

have a home

of my own?

Maybe

someday

I will.