The pores of four walls

You can go home again,

to the place that houses your youth.

But don’t forget

the memories you made.

They are folded away,

hidden in cubby holes,

permeating the walls.

They will whisper to you

in the quietness of the night.

You reach out for comfort

but beside you is only emptiness,

you need to remember

that is how it is now.

You can go home again

but how can you truly feel it

when you made your home

in someone else?

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