They say
That Home is where the heart is
But how can that be true
When I can’t even remember
What it feels like to lay in my own bed
I can’t remember what he smells like and
I can no longer hear my daughter’s laugh
Thundering in my thoughts
I am here
And they are there
So now I’m sure
That home is not a place
But instead
The arms of a person
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