"Welcome Back"

Home.
It feels strange.
Probably because nothing has changed.
The bed sheets still smell like lavender.
It's still June according to my calendar.
Even though everything seems the same,dust has gathered on my picture frames.
The air smells stale,and my desktop is over flowing with mail.
My books have been moved,
and I think I'm missing a pair of shoes.
Everything seems foreign and cluttered.
I guess the best I can do is ignore it.
I'm a stranger in my own house.
The walls are silent, I wish they'd shout.
Maybe I should sleep in the guest bedroom for a while.
At least until I no longer feel like a lost child.
Let's just say I never unpacked my suitcase.
Just roamed the world like I owned the place.
I could live with that.
You see, this house doesn't feel like home because...
It never was.

Home.