going home
I am missing —
The dogs.
It hurts, this missing.
I want my dogs. Not new dogs. MY dogs.
And I want to go home.*
*Home does not exist. I attended nine elementary schools, lived in so many places — including cars and garages and floors — growing up there is no “home.”
4 Responses to going home
Just because there is no home doesn’t mean you don’t want to go there.
Hugs through the interwebs…
When I lost Wolfie I thought for sure my heart was broken beyond repair. And then I lost Cerbie and I learned the hard way- and I am talking in a brutal fashion- I had a heart to break all along.
Hugs.