This is a poem I wrote in 2013. I think this is the first poem I ever wrote. I remember it was for a class I was taking at the time called “The Writer’s Craft”. I started writing it about 30 minutes before it was due. Special shoutout to my friend Shadi who helped me out with the final line.
They say home is where the heart is but I can’t quite find either
Because it’s simpler back then, way back when
Your friends are just play things
Taking part in your imaginary invasions
So maybe home is where I made my first real friend
The first one I could really call “hermano”
And really I
Should have kept in touch but
I let our friendship go and moved on with my life
Maybe home is where I first fell in love
But with what?
What do I know about love?
Convincing myself anything I ever felt was merely platonic
Maybe 10 years from now I’ll look back on it
And realize it was more than that
Will that retrospective regret help me find home?
But maybe home is just wherever I am
Because wherever I am, I find something
That replaces my longing for my previous home
So that’s what I’ll be, until the end of me
A homeless man
With many homes