N & Me

I am homesick for arms that don't even want to hold me.

I am longing for something that once felt like home, which is no longer a home for me,

I've been cast out,

discarded,

left to wander in search of arms that will hold me.

And I wonder

Once I leave

Would you crave my presence?

Would you notice?

Of course you would notice

It's such a stupid question

You always notice

But sometimes

I wish you wouldn't