home is where the heart is

I feel tired,
no tired wouldn't be right to say.
I feel ache and cold.
Its like my mind has wandered off and left a shell.
I wish that I was around,
Things would be better.
I miss home already.
Maybe that is where I am.
In the confines of my safe place.
I just left my body in kingston.
Really I am in bancroft
Looking at the autumn leaves and smiling.
Smelling the cool crisp air and reflecting.
That is where I am...
My heart will always be home

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