A Home, Lost

By Francesca Nathalie Trentadue

Houses on a shoreline with poem title and author name plus Unapologetic logo which has a drawing of a frustrated woman holding her finger to her temple

Home is where I want every train to lead to

everyone for themselves except for us two.

Every eye to close the lids

so heavy in the night.

Home is where I turn my head to when fearful

the land that never leaves you

the memory of yourself.

My darling home,

you’re not cruel like the other

you’re not vain nor shallow nor far.

In the evenings

we used to watch the waves so quietly

come back to the sea

than find our lock through the fog.

But now tears twirl with nightmares,

roam the streets with no aim nor heart.

And the words, the walls,

every time I pray for home, they cry

your name, my name and than no more.

My darling home

Not much is left of you now,

for a lost home is lost forever

banished to memories and dreamlands,

image of light.