Home

the home is where the heart is.
we always know where our hearts are.
we therefore know where that home is.
somehow, my heart is broken
and i have lost my home
and i do not know anymore where that home is.

until you come to my life, pointing to me that way to
my new home.
thank you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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