Oct 25, 20221 min read

My Home Has Left Me (Irene)

Audrey Tay writes a poem for Lippy....

Irene

My home has left me.

It’s left with its warmth and familiarity,

the lack of novelty,

its lack of gratuities.

My home has left me

With silent introspection

Deafening desolation

Novel intuition

Words: Audrey Tay

Photo credit: Audrey Tay

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