You Can't Carry Me Anymore

This is short poem about how home is who you make it.

"Home" will change.
It always ages
when you're away.
But there's a way
to make it feel
just as you have
remembered.

She walks in
through the front door,
stealing the air from
deep inside your lungs.
She makes you feel
like you're home again.

But you're still scared.
You will have to
walk away again.
It starts over again.
It's never enough.
You wish she could
walk with you.