365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Seventy-Four

home.
this is not it.
though I tried.
to make it so.

home.
is not where.
I am going.
but he will be safe.

home.
is an ephemeral thing.
to me, and has been.
for fifteen years.

home.
I need to stop.
pining for it.
and get to work.