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I’ve begun to notice how things fill a room
Like different dyes poured into a stream
Swirling and mixing, eventually fading
Replaced by the ubiquitous current

How is it that a space full of people and light
Can feel empty yet suffocating?
How is it that a salmon can return to its spawn
And still be lost though it’s been found?

A play you’ve seen your whole life
Has a new facade
Nothing else has changed and yet
You see the whole thing in a new light

Glancing at the empty seat to your right
Makes your gaping heart ache more
Trying to find another to fill it
Just makes it all worse when you come and sit down again

It’s said that “Home is where the heart is”
But where is home when the heart is lost?