On going “home”

They say

That you can’t

Go home

Again

But that doesn’t

Really matter

Because

Where I’m going

Isn’t really

Home

Anyway

It’s some place

Else

Some place where

I grew up

Some place where

I had my first love

And lost it

Where I learned

To laugh

To cry

To say goodbye

It’s where I

Buried friends

And my childhood

And too many

Of my dreams

But I found

So many

More

Like the dream

Of home

Dreamt

So that when

I go, where

I’m going

Now

I’ll remember

That it’s ok

To leave

Again

Because

Home still

Lies

Ahead

07.30.2007

Zero Anon

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