That home,
That once beckoned,
Is now empty,
Even in memory.
No longer,
Does it call to me.
No longer,
Do I crave it's walls.
I walk without,
Feeling lost.

Once lost
That home,
That once beckoned,
Is now empty,
Even in memory.
No longer,
Does it call to me.
No longer,
Do I crave it's walls.
I walk without,
Feeling lost.