Going Home

I feel distant, disconnected, my surroundings no longer known to me.

I feel foreign, like rain in the desert.

My heart aches for what I have lost, and the sore memories attached.

The mind wonders back, to times long since past.

Where smiles abound and tears were something others experienced.

Memories were made with laughing and joking, drugs and alcohol.

Lives have taken different paths, some crossing again, others never coming back.

The changes come naturally, some unexpected, others fought against or for, some wanted, others not.

No one is where they were.