When I see the city lights,
My heart aches with a nostalgia for something I have never known.
You stand next to me, your eyes soft, your hands warm.
I've been longing for something that may have once been home,
For something that may have once existed or never existed at all,
I do not remember what home is —
I stand next to you hands and bodies tangled.
— I do not remember what home is but maybe it feels a lot like this.
-Homesick
- A.A