Home Is Where The Heartache Is - Poem by Elena Plotkin
I remember watching him walk out the door,
I remember saying 'stay some more.'
I remember him turning around and saying this,
'I can't; home is where the heartache is.'
I remember calling out 'you have it all wrong,
I remember saying, 'Home is where you belong.'
'Together we can make it through! '
'Please stay; I can't do this without you! '
And so he stayed a month and then three,
Before he finally disappeared on me.
He took everything that was once his.
The children and I didn't make the list,
And now, home is really where the heartache is.
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