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You Can Never Go Home (But You Can Always Be Home)

Home isn’t a place.
Housing developments sprout in fields that once grew corn
and hosted games of capture the flag.
Home isn’t a person.
Even familiar names and faces
age, change, become strangers.
Home is life.
You cannot return to something that doesn’t exist
unless you accept it never did.

You Can Never Go Home (But You Can Always Be Home)

Home isn’t a place.
Housing developments sprout in fields that once grew corn
and hosted games of capture the flag.
Home isn’t a person.
Even familiar names and faces
age, change, become strangers.
Home is life.
You cannot return to something that doesn’t exist
unless you accept it never did.

Julie Watson, 27

Tukwila / North Sweickley, PA

 
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