Home alone in Nothing ends

I fell asleep inside
And now I’m out of practice

Where do I start
And how will I finish?

Ideas flash by
None of them seem right
In this moment.

I remember little things
Like how you used to write in purple and the pictures you sent me.

I have become lost inside myself
And these little things you have
Given me become symbols
And charms that I use
When I need to find
My way home.

Home is a strong word…

A word for a place that makes you feel comfortable.

A place where you don’t feel so alone.

Alone isn’t as strong of a word as Home.

And that’s only
because
of you.