take me home

We know of grief, we know of death. 

what is it to mourn without death? To be burdened with grief without loss?

Nothing but the bones of a house that used to be a home.

the fire, I hope for, still burns, however dull. I will stubbornly stand in the warm glow & love on.

Im sorry if you understand this.
Listen to 'my fathers house' by bruce Springsteen & allow it to take you home. ❤️