Home is where ever I'm with you.
How hard it is to let that go. So very hard.
Home let me come home. I am home, home is when I'm alone with you.
How difficult it is to accept the loss of your home. I can barely breathe.
Flashes of what your future was supposed to be - haunt your thoughts.
one day at a time.
namaste.
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