It all began on a journey away from home, in a longing for a place I would want to call home.
I was in the company of my friends and acquaintances yet I was alone, alone- not in the sense that we all secretly want to be, but in a way that makes you want to bury your face in the pillow and scream. I was looking for something, something- that I didn’t know then. Perhaps, I was looking for a person. Or perhaps, I was looking for a place. Or maybe, I was looking for a memory. Or maybe, I was longing for something completely different altogether.
To a feeling I call Home…
I never understood love until I felt your hand around my waist,
Tugging me close, away from a world we both despise.
I never understood longing until one day I went to sleep alone,
In the safety of your scent surrounding me
I never knew happiness until I met your eyes smiling in glee,
Carefully innocent, in the comfort of a memory.
I never understood passion until you stood beside me one day,
Mapping an endless road;
Creating hope out of voids too needs zeal.
I never understood fright until, one day, I read your forehead lines,
They unfold little lies;
I found your fears were mine.
I never understood madness until I found us dancing
To a tune that hasn’t been made.
I never understood trust until I stripped myself off,
Layer by layer, and knew I had come home.
Featured image by Antony Gormley, Feeling Material. Contemporary wire figure sculpture from the abstract and conceptual modern. Source: Internet.