Home Behind

By: Bill Yoh

How is it they leave

Yet we feel away

The best part of us gone

Still home but left behind

You have gas, cash, and food

And memories of here melding

With hopes of what’s ahead

Yet here we sit, home behind

Time passes too quickly

Feels like you just got back

These four walls hold a void

Distracting silence, home behind

The cycle repeats itself

You were born to fly but

Our nest limb is too light

Scant chirping, home behind

Grateful for who you are

Blessings shroud in sadness

Our hearts travel with you

Bodies remain, home behind

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