Not a house, but a home.
As they do, when in Rome.
Should we stay, so we go.
Don't look back just move on farther.
As I say, not I do.
Another day, another wound.
So we stray away and wander.
...and try to make the move.
Not Always together but never apart.
Whether in person or only in heart.
No matter the weather or no matter a thought.
This life and it's meaning are elsewhere.
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