Lost

I come back to this town,

And it is not I that has changed;

But it.

The streets;

They are empty.

The houses;

They are dark.

The people;

They are cold.

This is not home.

As they say;

Home is,

Where your heart lies.

And, my heart;

It is not here,

As it used to be.

Where is it now?

I do not know,

For I have yet to find it.