Looking for a home

In the echoes of your absence, I wander as the homeless poet, With each line penned, a whisper of our past, Searching for a refuge, longing for a home at last. Our child now inherits the walls we once shared, While I drift in a realm of verses and air, Every step a journey, every word a plea, For a place of peace, a sanctuary just for me. Earning a coin, a struggle I face, Without you, my love, in this desolate space, Yearning for a haven, where memories entwine, With Dad by my side, away from life's grind. The road stretches far, the nights grow long, Yet in each instance, I find you, strong, No longer adrift, but anchored in my soul, A tale of love in each poem that I extol. Through the alleys of grief, the meadows of pain, I seek a dwelling, where peace may reign, In the silence of dawn, or the whispers of night, I pray for a haven, bathed in your light. So here I am, a wanderer, a bard, A heart full of stories, my journey starred, In every lyric, in every rhyme, I write of our love, through the sands of time. In the tapestry of loss, a thread of hope I weave, For a home to call ours, where we both can believe, Till then, I wander, in this world so vast, The homeless poet, still holding onto the past.