What is the word for home
that is no longer “home”?
No longer a base, a fortress
or a regular destination.
But once, it was.
Where your dreams were planted
and your life was
changed, once and again, and again,
shaped and molded and pushed and prodded,
challenged and changed.
The place that was once your sanctuary
and is now…
A place of memories, old familiarities.
New faces, new storefronts, new routines.
New. Different. Changed.
But yet the same.
Same blinking stop light, same broken harbor, bridge under construction.
It once was home.
A place of myth, nostalgia, the place that was,
A placebo, a pattern, a reflex.
Home that was.
The salt air smells the same.