Member Poem

home,

holding

with powerful

arms. clutching

the waist, holding

the body upright against a

volley of eyes and questions.

inhaling the scent of security.

Home, a friend, the only one to

confide in, who blankets your car

in thin strands of hair, who communicates

inside jokes through morse code, who has talked

you through irrational 2 A.M. thoughts. the perfect

friend who lets you express emotions and understands without speaking,  

yet you still left.  

turning away from that friend, disrespecting foolish promises,

ones that seemed so simple at the time, without any

explanation, nor reconciliation. slamming

the relationship like cymbals, feeling the

vibrations in your hands even after all

the noise has passed. never glancing

back to what once was. sometimes

visiting the old place you’ll see

them, that Home, out of the

corner of your eye. feeling

vibrations again, knowing

someone else is there,

with them, and then

wonder if what you

have now, this new

place, could be

like that old

Friend,

Home.