Where hearts become home

This is the seventh poem from my book - Fleeting Feelings. Having moved houses twice for my education, I wanted to capture how it feels when someone moves. Away from friends, away from their old joy and most importantly away from their comfort zone. I hope you enjoy it!

Boxes stacked from floor to door,

The echoes hum a soft goodbye,

To rooms where laughter used to live.

A life we knew, now is no more,

We leave without quite knowing why,

But sometimes change is what time gives.

I walk through halls that once felt mine,

And every corner holds a thread,

Of memories that gently-cling

Familiar steps begin to fade,

As stories rest where they were said,

And silence starts remembering.

New city lights replace the stars,

Unknown roads twist without a guide,

And even street names feel too strange.

The skyline speaks in different tones,

No place just yet feels safe to hide,

But growth begins inside the change.

It's scary not to know your way,

To feel like you're the one apart,

A guest inside your daily scene.

But maybe roots can stretch and bend,

And maybe home begins in heart,

Not just in places we have been.

A smile might bloom in hallway light,

An open door, a neighbor's cheer,

A morning sun through windowpanes.

Though missing home will never cease,

A softer kind of peace grows near.

A warmth that settles in the veins.

For it's not the place but hearts we bring,

That make a house a warm, real thing.