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Home

There’s something
In the air tonight
My thoughts are lost
Somewhere, mid-flight
And I can’t help myself,
It’s like
My thoughts are on their own.
The tremble of a restless sea
Tumbles ashore inside of me
My heart resounds
Relentlessly
I’m all alone tonight

Turned the pillow
To the cold side
I wonder if you do this too
There are so many things
I’d like to know.
Do you wake up every morning
At exactly the same minute?
Mine is 5:13,
And in case you didn’t know –
You always feel like home.

I always smile at take-off
When gravity pulls me down
I guess it must be something
About being off the ground
Something in my soul shifts
A calm that soothes my
Restlessness, but
When I wake up there
It’s never quite like home
So I love coming home

Turned the pillow
To the cold side
I wonder if you do this too
There are so many things
I’d like to know.
How do you like your coffee?
Black or French Vanilla?
Mine’s sweet with cream
And in case you didn’t know –
You always feel like home.

Author:

Mom. Word Nerd. Friend.

4 thoughts on “Home

  1. Details like this add so much, I think:

    “Do you wake up every morning
    At exactly the same minute?
    Mine is 5:13,”

    You’re writing feels like a mixture of philosophy and confessional; deep meaning and deep thinking. It’s lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. I guess flow comes from there, the place we all know, but don’t fully understand. You’re talented yourself; keep expressing your truth and your words. Always lessons to be learned.

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