Lost Home

I wish to go home...

but, home isn’t there.

I’m in the wrong time.

The people aren’t there.

Only ghosts.

The building turned to ash.

I wish for something

I cannot obtain.

So, I must learn

how to create a new home

filled with people

who love me.

Change my definition of home.

Adapt.

Home is where my heart is.

Not where a building stands.

I weep for my losses,

but work towards

something new.

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