Where the Heart Isn't

I come home from 

my freshman year

of college

to the town that 

I grew up in.

I spend the summer 

driving by 

the same houses,

the same restaurants,

the same schools.

These places all give me

a feeling in my chest

akin to the one

that I get when 

I hear a loud noise, unexpectedly.

This is the town I grew up in.

But it is not home anymore.