I returned. Everything is different, also familiar.
The same street. The same door. The same bed.
Yet I have never been here.

The heart is full of longing. Aching to be home.
Familiarity, sameness, knowing.
Yet what is home?

This is home. Though unfamiliar.
The street. The door. The bed.
I am here now.

2 responses to “Return”

  1. Lovis says:

    me too ;)

  2. and i how glad i am that you are here. exactly as you are!
    love to you and your bed and your door and your you-ness.

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