This town looks so different now.
It used to call on me.
Always knew
in the back of my mind,
in my gut
that this was my anchor,
and one day I’d be back, and back for good.
Home.

Everywhere is familiarity and fondness.
So how can we be strangers now?
Too much time apart?
Or is the answer far simpler:
that those I once knew
are no longer here.
Without their voices to guide me
and remind me
this town feels smaller
and lonelier
than ever before.

Ezy Reading is out every month.