You don't know until you know,

The things you miss,

How things move and grow,

All in your absence.

You miss the couple inches,

Shot up by your brother,

And the different sounds of finches,

In trees you forgot about.

In the town that grew with you,

You are shocked by the changes,

Stores popping up out of the blue,

As if you never existed.

You wake up the first day,

To sounds you fell asleep too,

In an ugly cliche,

Of forgetting your home in only months.

There is no war here,

Only math and science and more,

And yet you have managed to steer,

In a way so different than meer months ago.

But yet...

Stepping out onto land,

That saw your failures and joys,

And you see in grand,

That time has stopped.

As if the months had not passed,

You step inside, welcomed,

All of the past,

Sweeping up inside you.

Leaving to become an adult,

It changes you,

But there is nothing better to consult,

Than home, than being home.