Split

It happens every now and then,
I hear the words I need to hear,
Coming from the tiny speakers
That I've shoved into my ears.

The crickets setting the tempo
The wind dancing across my skin,
Reminding me of conversations, summer nights when I stayed in.

My heart is split between home and here,
I'm cut in half
Two beds, two lives, and I live in between my porch back home
And this strange new world I knit.
My heart is split

As sudden as the onset of winter
As natural as the trail mix they all eat
This untamed and icy place I live
Has swept me off my size-nine feet

I read non-stop to quell the absence.
I drink too much, I fall in love too fast.
Obsessively collecting songs and details,
Nothing's gone but nothing's lasting back home,
Before I moved
Back home, before I got here. Back home with the people who loved me my twenty years.

I'm split
I'm home but I'm still here
I'm cut in half
Two beds, two lives, and I live in-between
My porch back at home and this strange new world I knit.
My heart is split


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