The day after I unpacked my things
and settled back down to claim peace,
the sun came out.
It had been absent for days
and the storm in my heart poured rain,
the gray skies mourning with my life.
And today as I sit by the window with the sun
I feel the longing of nostalgia for better days.
I smell times past upon the air;
in the orange sun that refuses to warm the frigid breeze.
And although my heart is empty,
I am home.
©2021 Shane Blackheart