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The memories have become hazy

More of a dream like state now

Of a safe/ warm den

I wonder, will I ever feel that again?

It's crazy truly

The longing you feel

To go back to the place

You were always trying to escape.

I don't mean to whine

I don't mean to complain

I know I am luckier

Than a good a majority in this place.

But they never warned me

It would be this hard

Growing pains they say,

Feels more like I've been left astray.

A painful detaching

A hole left unfilled

How do people stand this

These emotions just won't resist

I don't know what it is

That I miss the most

The physical safe haven

Or the occupants that host

If this has taught me anything

It is to appreciate

The people and places in the present

Before they are merely a dream like essence.

- family