I finally made myself a home.
I'm finally adjusted, finally used to it.
I've finally fallen into a pattern that's okay
A pattern I've planned to curve the lines but make them stay in place one day
A pattern I can walk
A pattern I resemble

Each hello
Each good morning
Each see you later
Each greeting from the people I've known for years
I've finally been here long enough to recognize my place,
Where I belong.

And I'm leaving again.
The pattern ripped from my quilt of life
A pattern so lovely not just broken but torn to pieces
Each thread blown away in the wind

One day I might forget what the...