Three Poets, One Year, 2.98

2.98 - L

this year i found friends and a boy and a semblance

of love in a place that had given me nothing but

nostalgia, i spend my days in a house i had hidden

in the back pockets of my brain but in the small moments of

everyday i can’t seem to rid myself of the feeling that

sometimes, maybe i just want to go home.

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thanks for reading. happy new year’s.