Beloved home
Every notch and every curve
Carved into my heart
So very deeply

Familiar home
Where histories were written
Emptiness now remains
But still it's home

Pieces of home
As many as I could take
Carefully rearranged
By beloved hands

Can this be my home?
It feels so very different
But then again the same
Could I make it so?

The feeling of home
Is not in where your house stands
The treasures I take with me
Are what makes my home

Home is where the heart is
My heart is here
With you

- Avondster