Mélange

- Home -

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The very twist of the keys.
The slight creak of the door.
I remember it all.
The hole in the wall
when I swayed the door wide-open,
It's still there.
And the chair I almost fell off from laughing remains unchanged.
So, why does this not feel like the home I remembered?

Unfamiliar, this is all that is to me.
Longing for the time
we used to sit on the table eating.
Feeling the warmest, even if the food was cold.
I'm starting to lose sight of it all.
The moment I called us home.

The dust dances around in the narrow hallway.
It leads to the couch where we used to make a mess while watching TV.
That very couch we refused to leave, hoping the day would never end.
Where has it gone?

Unfamiliar, this is all that is to me.
Longing for the time
you use to tell me you loved me.
Hoping next time it would mean something.
Now that it's lost its meaning.
That moment I called home.

Stop talking for months.
The routine started again.
Slowly the brighter moments with you faded.
Turned gray and dull.
A memory that's all they'll ever be.
That's what home will ever be.

Unfamiliar, that's what you are to me.
Longing for things that I could never get back.
Hoping for what I used to know.
I'm starting to lose sight of it all.
The place I called home.

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Photograph by Me