Sometimes,
I open my dorm room door,
To bother my parents,
my brother,
my dog—
Only to realize,
I'm half away across the country.
Hours away, from the place, I call home.
I forget, I can't just open my dorm room door,
And walk down the hallway,
to watch my brother play Fortnite,
Or to bother my parents,
while they chat about life.
I forget I can't just go to the fridge,
And eat the left overs from yesterday's dinner,
or the last ice cream in the box.
I forget, that my dog isn't,
lazily laying at the top of the stairs,
Waiting for someone to join her.
Sometimes,
I open my door, thinking I'm home,
Only to find an empty, white, hallway,
staring back at me.
Telling me,
that this isn't home.
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Memories of Home
PoetryI often miss home. I miss my family. I miss the memories. I apologize if these aren't poems, they're really just a way to express how I feel in the given moment; as well as a way to reflect on things happening in my life. To be updated whenever...
