I’m homesick for a haven I’m not sure exists – a place where my heart is whole, my body safe, and my soul no longer lonely.
I search for it in quiet mornings, in strangers’ smiles, in the way sunlight rests on my skin.
Sometimes, I almost feel it—
in a song, in the hush of trees, in the memory of being held
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