Things change
And places
And people
That you once called
Home.
It’s in their smells
And in songs
And in forgotten photos
When déjà vu
Taps you on the shoulder
Invites you in
For coffee
Lets you sit with them
Breathe them in
As they once were
That’s when you get to return home
To that safe, sacred space
Of love and light
Push past the pain.
That man behind the curtain
The magician
Was just a man
Lost in a dream
Looking for his own way
Home.
by Julie Blue 