No Closer to my Home

Home is where the heart is.
The heart is where the love is.

So where is home,
when love eludes the heart?

Love, coming so close,
so close to the heart,
only to tease, and turn,
and run away.

How many times does
this world of ours give us
what we need,
only to take it away
when we need it most?

Where does the justice lie?

And would it be better to have had,
and then have taken,
or never to have had at all?

Would I be more tormented
living with this having lost,
or with never having had?

As each door closes,
it seems that in time,
a new window opens.
A window to a better place.

Would it be so hard to walk away from that slamming door,
if we knew what wonders were waiting for us in our future?
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