Home

There’s a corner so small

That fit me perfectly

In my childhood home

Where I loved to be

There’s a smell

Of what?

I can no longer tell

But it comforted me

There are places that I know

I’ll never again see

Circumstances

That I wished have gone differently

There are pieces scattered

Along the Mediterranean sea

Pieces of me

Still stuck in a small corner

Of a childhood home

Where life played out

Perfectly