Home again
Housesitting again
Rifle through
Your possessions
And stuff
Things that you
Are ashamed of
Home again,
Housesitting again
Looking through photos
At the back of your drawer
The way you looked
When you were small
Youīre safe,
Thereīs no prowler
No creeper in your lane
Itīs better than drugs,
Itīs cool
To be in your home again
Home again,
Housesitting again
Itīs just a little bit far
From the main crowd
Reading your poems
When youīre not around
Home again
Hospital letter,
A clinic hold
A test that you took
Awaiting results
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