Patience
Sometimes home isn’t where the heart is;
I have a home somewhere I’m sure.
My heart hasn’t found it yet,
but last time I looked
in the box you gave me
to hold my pocket watch,
I felt your home
in the corner
of my mind
waiting
for me
to decide
Copyright © Dylan Reyes-Cairo | Year Posted 2006
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