One day, you will leave.
You have roots
but you also have wings.
Home is all the different places
your heart occupies.
Bills will pile up,
the cost of leaving.
Goodbyes and home food cravings,
the cost of limitless freedom.
Lines between family and friends blur
as you find yourself
being “invited” to dine with your parents.
But one of the pillows on your friend’s bed
has been designated as yours.