on visiting a place i used to live

this ache of returning
to once-familiar haunts
feeling of almost-familiarity

but others have stepped into
the space i once held
traffic isn’t the same

food tastes different
air doesn’t smell right
a feeling of loss is tangible

then i remember i didn’t leave
so much as get pushed out
and i think to myself

“i can’t wait to get back home”

NationalPoetryMonth
Day 12