home
brick buildings and

cobbled streets;

strangers filing past in a place

that’s unknown to me

travelling so far,

without knowing what it is

I’m looking for

walking past thrift shops

and bus stops

with feet that never stop moving

and a heart that never

stops wandering

sometimes I arrive

at my destination

and realise that I needed

to get out

to leave

to go far away

to realize that I was never meant

to stay

sometimes I go where

I thought I wanted to

but the feeling remains

the same

and the emptiness

continues to sit at the

bottom of my heart

and then I go back

to the place I wanted

to leave so far behind

sometimes we walk

so many miles

only to find

that what we needed was

home
['Alyssa Chua']
['Life', 'Home', 'Love', 'Poetry']