Home: Unknown
It's so strange
Coming back to a place
You once saw
as home
Only to return and
Recognize everything
- Yet nothing
Not being able to
Place your finger
On what changed
Only to see it pointing
At your own
blank reflection.
In unknown,
Dusty windows
The rest
Swirls like snow
And buries
The hope
Of being back
To a known everyday
Plain, and gray reality
But it's okay
Given time
It'll melt
And the asphalt
Reveals the same
Pavement
You walked
When it was home
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