Home Away from Home
I hope the echoes of our laughter
still linger in your halls,
and dust from our shoes
still clings to your floors.
I hope your tables still cradle
the dreams we wove with ink —
amid silent sighs and tired eyes,
our thoughts drifting far and away.
I hope you still sing our song,
tuned with secrets we once shared,
with notes born from inside jokes,
while silent promises hung in the air
I left a piece of myself with you,
my home away from home.
Copyright © MH Maryam | Year Posted 2025
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