Thu, 05/10/2018 - 23:14 -- M99

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.


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