Never been a place.
Always an idea.
A dream.
A moment.
Many other moments;
But never been a place.
Always been a simple word
And a difficult understanding.
An uncomplicated meaning.
A fated and fleeting feeling.
Not just a word.
Never just a feeling.
Never just.
We were warned not to make homes
out of human beings.
But how often is human,
what taught you what home is.
How often is human,
the only home you know.
Who taught you what home is?
Who taught you what home feels like?
Who showed you the way home?
Where do you go,
when you need to go home?
Where do you go,
when you need to return to yourself?
Where do you go,
when you need to live?
Where do you go,
when you need to love?
Where do you go,
when you need to leave?
Home.
The word.
The meaning.
The feeling.
The place.
Fated. Feeling. Forever.