but i will no longer be able to do that. because it's now someone else's home.
i'm currently residing at a place that has an address that i don't know, because i can't remember it. that's what happens when you get a new house. you don't remember anything about it until you've lived there for AT LEAST a year.
a home.
an empty house echoes.
we remove our lives,
and therefore the sound.
its so quiet here,
the life is gone
and in its place
we leave no remnants
of ourselves.
as the house is emptied
i silently wonder
if the house will remember.
remember all the things
that went on inside.
will my family still be there
even when we leave.
this house made me
happy.
made me feel
safe.
made me feel
loved.
if we leave the house,
can i still have all those
feelings?
was it the house itself?
was it the walls,
the colors,
the smells,
the floors,
the hallways,
that made me feel?
no.
it wasn't
walls
colors
smells
floors
or hallways
that made this house a home.
it was a family.
a family lived here,
and left here.
and now a new family will
live here,
and love here.
but even though we leave,
we take our home with us.
a home isn't
a place a residence,
a home is
a place of being.
being with family.
where my family is,
that is my home.
