November night

[crows_roost]

Wandering through the memories, other nights before the holiday, alone/together/somewhere in transit between - I find myself looking back at me.

Pressed between pages of then and now I am recalling what I remembered.

Next stop, next station, new address along the line, and when will I know when I am home?

You will be with me, across the table, laughing and welcoming.

Comments

[kareina.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a great description of "home" to me.