birds make houses in treesmy friends make houses in me 

i often wonder why we often wonder why we seek homes in people's arms

when it is impermanent

tenants in friendship

seeing homes 


we dont have our own

like our parents did 

or at least it seemed like that 

when we were kids

they had a fireplace and a family 

but i have friendship and poetry 

and it feels like the same thing 

when i dont think about it too much 

or if i think about it way too much

like death 


how things used to be 

until i relearned them as memories