Home: Unknown

It's so strange

Coming back to a place

You once saw

as home

Only to return and

Recognize everything

- Yet nothing

Not being able to

Place your finger

On what changed

Only to see it pointing

At your own

blank reflection.

In unknown,

Dusty windows

The rest

Swirls like snow

And buries

The hope

Of being back

To a known everyday

Plain, and gray reality

But it's okay

Given time

It'll melt

And the asphalt

Reveals the same

Pavement

You walked

When it was home