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I miss home

But home is not home anymore

My mothers house isn’t home anymore

This house that I live in is home

But I miss home

I miss having a certainty

Of knowing what that word means

I miss being a child

Surrounded by infinite love

Untouched by the weight of longing

By the aching of belonging

No questions about who might love me tonight

No waking up in a strangers bed

Half awake,

half dreaming,

half regretting.

That I once knew warmth without asking.

I miss home

Not as a place

But as a feeling

Before I learnt what loneliness was.