When does a word lose its meaning
When a wall isn’t just for leaning
But blocking out what we won’t hear,
Songs remind that you’re not near
A home isn’t just walls, windows, and doors to open
Not a roof or redolent frames would i hope in
It’s you that makes it worth coming back
Being “ours” lessens the load of the sad and meager lack
What use is the pen in capturing that yearning, ephemera...