When I was a teenager
I couldn’t wait to turn eighteen
so I could leave home.  Out
on my own, ready to explore
the world, make my own decisions,
forge my path in life.  I had dreams,
ambitions, most of which changed
as I grew older.  Now, I long
for home, but home isn’t there.
Sometimes an object, a song
will transport me back to my youth
if only for a few moments.  I still miss
some of those who have gone on.