I grew up there, you know.
Yes, in that house over there.
There, I had childhood dreams;
Teenage tantrums;
Discovered I was different,
but didn’t know how
or why.
As a young adult
I yearned to break free.
For what? I did not know.
Such memories;
Such playful childhood;
Such happy parents;
Such good friends,
All gone now.
Just like the home.
Now it watches over new childhoods;
New excitements;
New discoveries,
But they are not mine.
The house is still there you know
Yes, that one, over there.
But it’s not my home.
Not anymore.
(June 2011)