Homesick

Oct 25, 20241 min read

By Akansha Gendre

This depression feels like home

because you reside there

Should I let it drift away?

Then I’ll be homeless,

a soul for nowhere.

Your arms were once

the roof of my home.

I had everything I needed,

Now I remember you like a dream so cold.

By Akansha Gendre

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