Every grief leads me to that one grief,
And makes me think,
If the home was still there,
Maybe it would be a little less sad than today.
At least I wouldn't have to be sad about it.
I shouldn't be sad about it.
I shouldn't have to leave it.
I should have stayed a little longer,
In the truest sense, forever.
Maybe then, I wouldn't be sad about it.
So, even when something else is hurting me,
The fact that I'm not home hurts me more,
If I was at home,
I could be sad about the other thing more.