Home Again

2024/04/09, Hanoi, remembering Beaver Place Road

“If you lived here
you’d be home now”,
the sign read.

But I did,
and I wasn’t,
for all those years.

Temporary storage for
my things, my dreams.

A place to sleep
(perchance to dream)

More home when
you were there.
Otherwise just a
shelter,

the trains marking the hours
through the dark nights
waiting for it to be
home again.