Long Home

Home, like romance, many wish
Singular, one and only,
To find home, come home, be home

And then rest, a marriage plot,
Of sorts, happily ever
After. No more wandering.

But then there are many homes,
More for some than for others,
But more than one, most often.

There are temporary homes,
Temporary forever
Homes, homes away from home—

Some call heaven the long home
In nostalgia’s home syndrome.