Home, and Love

Talking about home isn’t easy.
You only begin to understand what it truly means
when you’ve lost it—
when it’s no longer yours,
when you can’t walk through the door anymore.
Then, all you’re left with are memories.
You don’t really know what home is
until you’ve had to let it go.
Only then do you realize
how warm, how comforting, how precious it was.
Love is the same.
You only grasp its depth
after you’ve lost it.

home, memory, love