HOMELESS

I had a home once, when I was little

a place I belonged to, the small town

the orchard, the old house inherited

from my grandparents

for months now I’ve been dreaming

about my old home, the one I grew up in

a big square with an old chestnut tree taller

than the house, the orchard on the doorstep

old and falling apart with cracks

on the brick walls, a deep basement

with steep winding steps cold

in the summer freezing in winter

once full of life now empty and sad

it knows all the secrets even from before me

and now it stands there silent abandoned

I hope it collapses soon so it can

bury my past forever