Home is Not Where the Heart is
Helping a friend, that's what I was doing
Because I thought that's what good people did.
It was late,
A waning moon illuminated my once recognizable surroundings.
The porch light defined an unfamiliar place.
A few reassuring words exchanged.
I pushed my limits to make sure he was happy.
It was 12:15,
And a phone call,
A simple 5 minute exchange of technological thought
Was enough to make me believe.
One small error,
A miscalculation, misunderstanding, misguided intention.
I was not good enough anymore.