I come back to this town,

And it is not I that has changed;

But it.

 

The streets;

They are empty.

 

The houses;

They are dark.

 

The people;

They are cold.

 

This is not home.

 

As they say;

Home is,

Where your heart lies.

 

And, my heart;

It is not here,

As it used to be.

 

Where is it now?

I do not know,

For I have yet to find it.