Home Sweet Home

Driving down familiar roads
Raindrops are only
tears from Heaven
that turn to glitter
as the headlights hit
While church bells
are drowned by Bob Seger
and windshield wipers
but heard by curious ears

Parking spaces and unlocked doors
simple things that tap
at the very edge of nerves
Soft not to snap
but persistent to stretch
to the point of mental confusion
and cognitive dissonance

Home sweet home

And I count down the days
as I wait impatiently
and live in this hectic house
to the chance at a home

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