reckoning

every day I wake up
waiting and wanting the night to come
I drown in the empty tides
wordless tears
Every day I knew
somewhere in another remembered space
was my real home.

I stayed silent, treading water
it was your face reflecting the disconnection
showing the sickness of homelessness
the emptiness of longing
and not belonging
it took your eyes drowning, fearful
to make me turn around
and start the search to find our real home.