no where really feels like home
got my family's house... childhood room emptied and painted
got my own house... still new and inhabited by strange-ers
got my love's house... cozy warm but am still a guest

but what makes a house a home...?
home is where the heart is?
different parts of me rest at each place. who i used to be.. who i am.
find heart claiming a part of each space as its own safe haven.
perhaps i have three homes

heavy eyes and warm blankes want to take me to sleep.
heart wants to take me to the clinic
or at least to work so time will go faster
until i go home
well, to one of my homes