Home Is Where The Heart Is? Poem by Jeremy Willson

Spray painted words on an old abandoned building
Thrown around bricks through shattered windows
Leaves and snow sprawled out across the living room
Welcoming us in
We sat on a weathered couch
The stove laid sideways in the kitchen
I turned it up and placed a frying pan on it's burner
You walked up, messed with the pan
Pretending you were making breakfast
I grabbed a mug from the cupboards
It had a broken rim with a crack down the middle
I sat at the wooden dinner table that only had one chair
It was held up on three legs so it wobbled back and forth
You just smiled while placing the pan in front of me
"Breakfast's ready", you sat on my lap
I found a fork and ate a make believe omelette
The empty pan
That empty building
Those empty words written on the side
"Home? "
I can't replace that emptiness
I can't escape that dream
I'm that broken coffee mug spilling make believe love.