Home used to be you


I did my best, gave you my all. I dedicated every breath to your being. And now you’re gone. I don’t know where I belong. You were my home. You are my home. Where do I start? Where do you go when you find yourself homeless, alone?

Where do I begin? 

Once upon a time, life was planned. I followed the guidelines, recited a script but none could predict what came to pass. 

How do I find where I belong when you’re nowhere here to come home to?

Where is home! What will become of me? A transient, unanchored, free and aimless. Who am I away from you and how do I breathe when you’re the breath that I need, the cocoon that kept me warm!