Another night alone at home, silence fills the room.
I turn the lights out to fill the empty space.
My mind screams but my heart never hears it.
I block out any signs of a splitting end.
Tonight somehow those thoughts creep through
making their way into my heart.
A home with one heart is no home at all.
A ship headed toward deep waters never
sees the lighthouse calling it home.
Then again, a ship knows no home
better than troubled waters.
Fair winds, bucko.