​Are you Home?

I’ve walked through doors,

Both old and new,

But none feel right without the view

Of eyes that held my storms at bay,

Of hands that lit my shadowed day.

The walls can’t warm,

The rooms just ache,

The floorboards sigh with every quake.

No roof, no street, no star-filled sky,

Feels safe without you standing by.

You weren’t four walls, nor stone, nor key —

You were the map that led to me.

Now nowhere’s mine, I drift, I roam,

For home was you… and you’re not home.