The second most debilitating feeling
I have combated thus far is homesickness.
Home is the constellations hidden within your bones.
Home is the radiance in my reflection
when your eyes meet mine.
Home is the taste of my name
when you sigh it into my mouth.
Home is the kisses you plant
on all the places I hate most about myself.
Home is your arms wrapped
around me like a warm blanket
fresh out of the dryer.
Home is the tear
that glistens in your eye
when our lack of time
becomes a harsh reality.
I don’t know quantum physics,
or where we go when we die.
But I do know that home is not a place,
it’s the feeling immersed in your bones
when you realize you’re right
where you’re destined to be.
Home (by Katie Vreeland)