There was a place,
now in the past,
where I was never,
not at home.
Where I was safe
in places
I'd never known.
Where strangers
could show concern
with a friendly
“Honey, can I help you?”
Or maybe
a simple smile,
deeply warm.
It's hard to explain
such sunny times
in the dark present
When I watch
for unknown movement
and listen
for unknown sounds
And unknown steps
that may be bringing
an even darker future
into my life
In this place
where I'm ever,
not at home.