Sometimes Home is a Person

Sometimes home is a person.

Sometimes Home Is a Person 

Someone said it – sometimes home is a person;   

... otherwise, you'd leave,   

... otherwise, you'd never go back,   

... otherwise, you'd forget. 

Someone said it – sometimes home is a person;   

... otherwise, you'd burn the memory of it,  

... otherwise, you'd keep running from it,   

... otherwise, you'd hate to ever look back. 

Sometimes home is a person;   

The grave in the front yard, you’re always staring at,  

The empty seat on the porch, you always sit next to, 

The pictures gathering dust, hanging in your living room. 

Sometimes home is a person;   

... or else you would escape,   

... or else you would go wandering on and on,   

... or else you would be seeking and searching. 

Sometimes home is a person;   

The only warmth to ever touch your soul,   

The only embrace to ever mend your heart,   

The only love that felt like love. 

Sometimes home is a person;   

For whom you would shed endless tears,   

For whom you would fight the darkest battles,   

For whom you would burn the world. 

Sometimes home is a person;   

That you choose to love and stay,   

That you choose to remember and never forget,   

That you choose to risk it all. 

Sometimes home is a person;   

The only person who knows your hidden scars,   

The only person who sees through your facade,   

The only person who understands your silence. 

Sometimes home is that one person;   

Who makes you yearn for the past,   

Who makes you cry and groan inside,   

Who makes you whole and complete. 

Sometimes home is a person! 

EzroniX Poetry.