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
because
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
or
how things used to be
until i relearned them as memories