"Home is where the heart is.
Every crack and crevace,
every shattered piece.
He made anew.
Home hasn't always been him.
But before I even knew, I knew I was homesick.
"Time works in mysterious ways," they say.
That too, I believe.
Although only a fraction, it has felt like a lifetime.
Maybe in a life before, I knew your touch.
And I'm sure in the next; I will be searching once again.
The moments in between, I yearn.
Does my home miss me too?
Every time I shut the door, does it wonder when I will return?
The uncertainty is painful.
But there is no doubt that at this moment, I am content.
If I am but a fool stuck in wishful thinking, at least I am happy now.
Nothing else matters.
Home is where the heart is,
and a piece of my heart forever lies within him.
About the Creator
Patty
University student with a passion for writing. Hoping a little hobby can support my future.
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