I’ve almost callously blocked my Moroccan lover out of my mind. I can’t be there and be here at the same time. And I can’t be here and be in Massachusetts. I can’t be in Philadelphia. I can’t be in Miami. I can’t see beyond my walls. Wherever I am, I don’t want to move. Wherever I am, there is someplace else calling me back. I don’t know where to go I don’t know where to stay. Where is my home when my heart is in so many different places?
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