Cardboard boxes trace my youth,

Another zip code, another truth.

Rearview mirrors steal their waves

A nomad heart in a suitcase…

Horizons taste like borrowed time,

Friends dissolve like lemon lime.

I’m a patchwork, thread by thread

Left in towns I’ll never tread.

Static maps, no coordinates,

Searching for a door that stays…

I wanted a place I could finally stay,

Where roots don’t rust, where light won’t stray.

Holding to ghosts… what do you call it?

Home (Home)

But even anchors fade to foam,

Just echoes in a pixel dome.

Why does it feel like there’s no address?

A home (Home)

Logged into a neon womb,

Digits loved me through the gloom.

Emojis bloomed where tears should fall

Safe, but never safe at all.

Keys clacked prayers, “Are you there?”

Souls in Wi-Fi, thin as air.

Till the bandwidth cut too deep

I built a cage from Delete.

Screens go dark, the void remains,

Drowning in familiar names…

I wanted a place I could finally stay…

Every DM, a firefly—

Bright, then gone from midnight’s sky.

I gripped the wires, swore they’d last…

But connection’s just a hologram.

Hands reach through the algorithm,

Always almost… never him.

Memory drives corrupt, decay,

404s where faces lay.

Scrolled too far, now I’m the ghost

A username the night loves most.

Notifications scream in vain,

A heart that glitches in the rain.

“Online” blinks, but no one’s home

Just data graves and dial tones.

I wanted a place I could finally stay…

Someday I’ll plant a tree, not tags,

Let its shade hug all I’ve lacked…

Till then I’m code and scattered stars,

Breathing through these cracked phone bars.