Where is home?
Some say,home is where the heart is.
But where is my heart?
I've left pieces of it everywhere
and with everyone that
I've ever met along the way.
I could try to retrace my steps
but why?
So I ask myself,
do I have less of a heart now that
I've given away
so
many
pieces...
to distant lands I once called home,
to strangers I once called lovers.
Am I less whole,
less complete?
Don't be foolish.
I am more full
with each piece that is given away.
