What is home
But the fiery end of a cigarette
Or a burnt coffee tongue
Is home the white line daze
Dancing on an empty highway
Perhaps it’s thinking about
You
Grasping for something to understand
It sure feels like home –
Here
Waiting for you
Crying for you
But you
In yourself
Are not home
You’re just a place I have visited
Stayed at
For one night
And ever since
Have craved to be back at
What is home
But this vessel
Called my body
And waiting for you