when you’re a kid, you think of home and you see
walls, with windows and curtains to hide in
you see wallpaper with tea parties and closets holding your greatest treasures
If you said you’re going home, this is where you’d go
and then you grow up
you leave the walls, and the smells of home cooking
you leave the floor that creaks in a certain place
you say goodbye to the door that opens up to the sky
You say goodbye to home
In your travels you sleep under different roofs,
as you find new hiding places and different smells,
friends become family and boys no longer have cooties,
but instead give you shelter under their loving arms
This new city shares its story with you and you share yours with it
New sheets become the fort under which you cry
New streets become the unknowns you can explore
And suddenly, going home isn’t quite so simple
Home is no longer the house in which you grew,
It is a friend’s hug
and a city’s noise
and that boy who looks at you that way?
well you’ve found home in his gaze
so if you say you’re going home,
where is it that you’d go?
Sunrise Thoughts 