I have a home I lost
It still exists like it was
But I didn’t know when I moved on
I would also move beyond.
Do you remember that stupid definition
Of 'Vaccuum’, the schools had taught?
I learnt, it’s having nowhere to go
When you are broken and all distraught.
And may be
Vaccuum is not, not having a shoulder
When you need to hold on.
It’s watching some idiotic flick
And not having someone to say to
‘What the hell is going on?’
Tell you what,
You never miss home
Until you know it’s no longer there.
You waltz the world in your suitcases
To flop back on your favorouite chair.
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