I feel . . .

Home

Home-

I have no home,

 have shelter,

A bed,

A place to live,

But that is not a home.

“Home is where the heart is”

But my heart is split in two

Home isn’t a place where you visit,

But that is what I do, visit.

Shuffled back and forth,

Like a pack of cards.

A shared toy,

Between two toddlers,

Who are still learning the rules.

Can you have two places you call home?

I don’t know

To me it seems like

Home A

Or

Home B

Like a fill in the bubble test

An impossible question

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