Not just there, though any more. My heart here, also calls "home". My soul too, with other souls. It feels peace, in some presence. It can quiet, where once not. Though still rare, it still can. That alone is, all the difference. Yet it does, yearn for this. The ocean waves, the beach beside. To walk along, to hear it. The crashing waves, soul song singing. Feel their mist, upon my skin. Taste salt air, breathe it in. All of it, I miss so. No matter where, I always will. As I miss, ALL called "HOME".

Words: © 2019 Rosie Chee