Soul Searcher

I once built a home around a person

A warm one with well lit corridors and sunbaked floorboards

I believed that home would be wherever he was

That we could go anywhere and do anything separately

But that together in our unity

We would always be

Home

But there isn’t insurance for

Emotional arson

When all that remains is a deep quiet smolder of a once beautiful relationship

Amongst the ashes I found my ultimate anonymity

The realization that perhaps I was and am, just meant to be emotionally homeless

A vagabond soul

A lonely ship captain of an empty sea

Living precariously on the edge of nowhere

And insanity