Home

I am home, homesick and
Sleepless, in the dark.
Thinking of people
Who are no longer themselves.
Living from a photograph--
A memory of something,
That may not have happened;
May not have happened
The way that I remember.

Even faces change,
And I cannot yet grow a beard.
Though, I have not put on weight,
And I have not yet
Started to show my age.
I also, have not had any children
While some have,
And already lost them.
Or, outgrown them.

Time moves and I move with it.
I move there and move away.
I make friends and move away.
Days and years pass,
And I count them.
But in time, have lost track
Of numbers.
So, looking back I start
The counting over.

Looking back,
I remember.
A memory of something,
That may not have happened;
May not have happened
The way that I remember.