I don’t know what to say other than, this is not a bad thing. It was time. It needed to happen.
Coming Home
I was coming home but found
a house not my own
familiar people, places, things
but not where I belong
not my room,
not my kitchen,
not my church,
not my town
home had moved
though all else stayed
I came home and found
just another place
beloved, fondly remembered
but just another place
so I’m still
coming home…

written 1/15/08