April 23, 2015 § Leave a comment
I am wrong about healing.
I am wrong about wholeness meaning a return.
We do not
oh I hope not
return to former glory.
So what is this homesickness? What is this demanding flip through scrapbooks, driving through old neighborhoods, pointing out our old windows? They changed it. It used to be bigger. Where is the corner store? The yellow house?
Everything was so much bigger.
I am wrong about healing meaning being put back.
I am waiting, an arrogant fool,
This is not right, this is not the way it was, I cannot live here.