Cry for the loss of your childhood home

And it seems once you leave,

you’re left out to roam

in a world full of people

that can’t find the way back

and the porch lights are no longer on.

One hot summer day

you’re just packing your clothes

and looking back at the trashcans

lined up in neat rows

knowing pieces of you are stuffed inside- time to let go

and the porch lights will never come on.

You couldn’t walk around

this new house with your eyes closed

and the empty, unfamiliar house smell

made you feel exposed

All the light switches did the wrong things, it wasn’t home.

and there were no porch lights to turn on.