Home Is Where The Heart Is

Is it possible to come
Home again
Back to a dream house
Where love and hope
Had once lived together
Before locks were changed
And keys open only
Wooden boxes, how
Weeds have taken over
The garden and
Images fit in
Clouds across
A brighter moon
Waving memories
Goodbye as I try
To bury them
Without a shovel
And I can not
Get the dirt out
From under my nails
As my knees bend
Under broken promises

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