home by Eli Oko

It was not just a home.

We built our foundation in the concrete

We sat our future on the stilts

We put a roof on our treasures to safeguard our everything

So when you tore it down

You did not just dismantle bricks

We were deeper than this

I never got to say goodbye to my home.

My place that belonged to us

The place of all places

Where we would blend in and be forgotten, together

It was not just a home.

Everywhere we go

We will carry these pieces

Of us

These are my 4am whispers

I still believe I’ll find my way back

And like a cloud that never left us

We will hold everything we own

In our hearts and it will warm our palms

When we are finally,

home.