Home?

My boyfriend says there’s no one here like us. That’s he’s sorry I don’t have a home to go home to anymore, not like the home I knew and grew up in. It’s a home, but not the same one. Will I ever feel that old place again? Does that old place even exists anymore? I keep looking, keep wondering if I’ll finally move somewhere and feel home again. I know I have myself and the fences and walls and gardens and worms of myself, but sometimes what you need is a community and a real love of community. I wonder if I’ll keep moving until I find it.

I rubbed my nose against his this morning and saw someone I knew. Cool warm blue green eyes he always says his eyes are green when they look blue. But even in the aggravation, anger, fear, frustration it brings I saw someone I knew and held his hand until I couldn’t any longer.

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