You think after almost four years
It'd stop.
You think after accepting a new home
It'd stop.
But it comes back, again and again,
Less frequently than it used to
But you start to think
It'll never leave
It's another one of those nights.
When you grab your old blanket
And the teddy bear
It still smells like home, somehow.
When that song that never hurt
Hits your most sensitive spot
No one's awake to see
How hard it makes you cry this time
So if you hug the teddy bear to your chest
and close your eyes tight enough
Maybe for a few minutes
You're back in your old room
Home?
January 2024