From There You Are Not

I take pieces of you home with me. Little by little, piece by piece. Do you feel yourself diminishing? Do you sense yourself growing smaller? Stealing from home to make a home away from home home. Scouring shorelines for colors of sea tossed glass, speckled, inexplicably beautiful rocks, broken buoys of red and gold. Like a song about romance I steal them all home with me. Vain attempt to bring me back to where I am not.

I cannot bottle the heavy salt air. I cannot take the earthy decay of fallen leaves. I have to leave the sunsets of gold behind. So, instead I take the glass, the rocks, the shells. Bottled and bowled I keep them, cherish them in my home away from home.


2 Comments on “From There You Are Not”

  1. aimless22 says:

    I am not from there, but I have found myself taking little pieces with me each time as well. Is it your habits rubbing off on me?
    I’ve got some of home if you want more of it.

  2. gr4c5 says:

    Ha! That’s for your offer but it isn’t as sweet if I didn’t steal it. But, thanks!


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