Home

When did my home stop feeling like my home -

Had it always felt this barren, this empty,

Just four walls enclosing around me.

I never really understood when my home stopped smelling like my home,

The familiar aroma soothing my senses after a tough day with the world,

I do not even know now what the smell felt like.

When did the comforting aroma cease to exist,

I never really know when my home lost its homeliness

And turned from being my home to the house I live in.

Now it all just feels so empty, seems so empty,

The same old windows and doors and the corridors

Now merely seem as the means to enter and leave 

And not those familiar posts of nostalgia.

I still wander across the rooms 

Hoping to have at least a single hint of what I had lost,

But right do they say, 

A home once lost is lost forever.