always home

home is marked with signposts,
stretched along the roads.
home is all their faces,
and voices over phones.
home is in the pages.
home is in the hearts,
of lovers and like minds,
and spans the world for all time.
home is everywhere I am with them in mind.
home is on my own.
home is dusted in smiles and goodbyes

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