Homebound

I weep for the loss of things I have yet to lose

,if I may ever get the chance to lose them,

for places that might not even exist

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a deep sadness has been rooted

spreading into creases of lose bones

vines entangle me after eighteen years

eighteen years of pleas for a home

one I still don't know

something unattainable to my mind

where was it, how was it, what was it,

questions

so many questions

left for insomniac nights

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Nicole Krauss once said

"absence is the only constant thing"

my breath hitched at the time

the realization flooding

our desperation to have security

to believe there is more than what is given

home being an idea we grew inside

whether it be a place or person

everyone seeking for something ,

just open your doors and look a little closer

a table already set for you