Missing Home

My body is here, but my heart is back there. 

In a room that knows my name 

and a kitchen that smells like home. 

Everything here is new, but everything here is quiet. 

I miss the noise of the people 

who love me without trying. 

 I am building a new life, brick by brick

 but tonight, 

I want to go back to the 

version of me that slept without worry.