"There is nothing bleaker than the future, except maybe the past."
~
in the words of oliver wendall holmes
home
that our feet may leave
but not our hearts
if only it were that simple to explain
why i'm standing
in the cold streets
with stares from people
who know more about my family history
than i do
and i see not sweet memories of
the carefree laughter of childhood
but the bitter pangs
of the mistakes of adolescence
the past is too much to remember
took long enough to come close
to forget
as for the future
nothing has seemed so empty
all i have is the present
and maybe the warmth of home
maybe the days aren't so cold after all
maybe its time to forgive
for family is full of second chances
maybe it's time
to go inside
