moving away to new places
and losing what felt like a home,
only to recognize that it was always just a house.
some things stay the same
like the food i can get at the grocery store
and my dog sleeping in my bed,
but most of it doesn’t
and i don’t quite know how to grasp that sometimes.
i want transformation
and i want to grow,
but losing anything good in the process breaks my heart.
i see now that it is impossible not to.
that i have lost friends and loved ones
to distance that is physical or emotional.
you, and him and her.