Hollow Anchor

I craved this silence, these walls I fought to claim, The shelter of a lock, a whispered, private name. I ran toward this threshold, dreamt of the way it felt, The promise of a grounding, a place where I could melt Into the easy peace, the rest a heart should know. I reached the finish line, but still I cannot glow.

It is my address, my key turns in the door, The carpet, the lighting, everything I asked for. There is no flaw within the structure or the wood, The home is blameless, it acts exactly as it should. It waits, it stands, a perfect, empty frame, And yet, a cold, strange echo whispers out my name.

For the truth is sharper than the shadows on the floor: The place is here, but the person is no more. I am a ghost in rooms I used to long to see, A traveler who arrived, but left herself at sea. Perhaps the home I sought was never built outside, But the self who loved it is the one I cannot find.