I've become
accustomed
to the synchronized movements
that come with packing up boxes,
and I've been zipping from
place to place,
in plane after plane,
ever since the time I could walk.
Reciting each new address
over and over in vain
from the time I could talk,
but by the time they would stick,
I'd be on the move again,
saying goodbye
to all of my new friends.
Each routine would come to an end
and I'd have to start anew.
In a new neighborhood,
in a new school.
I'd learn and then forget all the rules
and somehow be ok
as places
and faces
started to fade from memory.
Yours is a face I don't ever
want to forget,
and I don't ever want
my feelings for you to fade.
I'll admit, I'm afraid...
My life, although filled with adventure, has lacked consistency,
but ever since I met you
there's been a part of me
that's longed to belong to one place;
To one person...
As time goes on my fears worsen.
It's lucky
to stay in one place for just three years,
and I've been here almost five now.
I don't want to test my luck,
by hoping against all hope
that this'll end up being the place I call home somehow.
Or by starting to envision
a real future with you,
but if I'm being honest with myself, there's nothing I'd rather do.
If only I was older,
and control wasn't an elusion
and this poem didn't end with a foregone conclusion...
YOU ARE READING
Habits of the Heart
Poetry𝓜y words are the equivalent of a rose petal spiraling down the Grand Canyon, and you are it's echo.
