“My Home”

My home

A place most people do not know
And will never think of again
After my brief mention of it
When they ask where I am from

An obligatory question,
One they do not really care to know the answer to

An unknown name with an unknown meaning
It might not mean anything at all

Perhaps, one day, that person will pass through
On their way to a better place
And the name will taste vaguely familiar on their tongue

Maybe it will even take up
A single speck of their memory
Unlikely to ever be thought of again,
But not quite impossible

It is most likely, though,
That they will forget about it forever
Or sleep through it during a long car ride

Zoey Mae
January 3, 2021

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