That night,unlike any other
Was unusually dark
Something felt odd about it
Strolling down the path towards home
They didn’t feel like strides that led home anymore
The magnet that pulled so strong any time I neared home was no more
I dragged my feet
Struggling to get there
Anxious about what my instinct was tapping
There I was
My worst fear came down
The touch of home was gone
That special spark that pulled me home was gone
Down on my knees I fell
Why? God why?
They say everything happens for a reason
What was the reason for this?
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