Living Away from Home

Living away from home, from the place where you grew,

and away from everything you understood.

It gets lonesome, and I find that nostalgia comes easily,

as it creeps up on you subtly like the pitter-patter of rain,

washing over your back leaving a flurry of goosebumps

and prickly skin.

I see visions through the delicate petals of a flower,

the scent of freshly baked scones, and the distant siren cries of

seagulls.

The list is long, rain-speckled, and tea-stained

as it exists peacefully within the heart of my mind.

-Faraway Muse, N