PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I used to say,

home is where I lay my head,

but now I say,

Home is where my heart is,

for my heart is no longer here,

it has no place within these walls.

Across the straight in a distant place,

lies my heart with a life in wait,

with those that have stolen it,

and hold it dear to their own.

When all the pieces fall to place,

then this adventure too will race,

to something new and something great,

that is where my heart will wait.