London Poem: Day 126

21 December

Softly it comes,
With the sound following
Closely behind.
It’s all wrapped in the pall
Of where we are, and
Everything in between.
It’s the center that holds
It all and keeps us going on
Before we turn and go.
So, this is just where we are,
Knowing we can live
Wherever we fall.
Home is just a sound,
Not unlike your name.
A sound that helps
Carry me through all of this.

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