Reflecting

Since I've been away I often think of home.
I think of the people I've met,
those I've adored, cherished.
I think of the streets I grew up on,
the places I used to go to when I needed to hide.
I think of the things I should have done,
more so the things I should have stayed away from.
I hold onto so much of my past,
the way I understand and appreciate things,
so much so that it hurts to move forward.
Most of all I think of the things that have led me here
to this place, the desired get away from the chaos
and how I actually feel so alone without it.