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.
Copyright © Jimmy Baer | Year Posted 2024
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