What I Will Miss: Leaving Home

What is a childhood home

Just some walls with cheap plywood

Some carpet with less than ideal colors

Home

A place where I have learned

Grown

It launched me to New York City

And back

It kept me while I reinvented myself

While I wondered what I did wrong

What more can I do right

But soon

I can almost count down the nights

This home will be filled with new hopers

Keeping them safe inside

With the same heaters

Where my brothers grew up

A home is more than the sum of the equally dismal parts

It transcends moments now to memories

When we leave that is what I will take with me

Those sweet and sour

Memories

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