Where Is Home? Poem by Trevor Lansink

When I call a place home,
what does home mean?

Is it love, is it hate,
is it what can't be seen?

Are the people I live with,
the ones I must bare?

Or do I go where I'm happy,
with the one whose life I want to share?

Lonely feelings lie to me,
day in and day out.

No common noises,
the occasional scream and shout.

I want to get out of here,
to live the rest of my life.

To be with her is everything i have,
I want to make her my wife.

All there is to do,
now that the decision is made.

I need to take the next step,
head off, on my way.