We left our love in ash where a mighty fire once had roared

Even the most
destructive fire
can die out
when everything has turned
into ash.





Do we still have
even the spark left?


or
have we turned ourselves
into the ash?

Does it matter?

going home

Some people go home to a warm dinner,
and some are welcomed by the disappointed look from their father.

Some people go home for the hugs of their children,
some do, but not for the screams of their raging parents.

Some people go home to their purring cats,
some to the despair longing of their never coming lover.

Some people go home to other people's,
some don't even have one.

Some people go home for his pregnant wife,
while some does just for the sake of going home.

Some people go home to a person,
some go home to a building.

Some even wish they do not have to come home,
though some wishes they could, too badly.

Some people go home and have their TV watching them sleeping on the couch,
some do only to find their home vanished by the fire.

Some people go home to sleep in another cold room,
and some do only to make themselves less lonely.




But tonight,
Where are you going home to?