Suitcase in my home my suitcase still lies packed in a room in a place that i stay that others call my home that i thought i wanted to be these walls are familiar the furniture is mine but the neighbors are strangers for we don't spend the time home is where the heart - you know how that goes you're too far away damnit this just my suitcase still lies packed in a room in a place that i stay that others call my home that i thought i wanted to be this bed offers no rest i can't sleep here anymore feather pillows turned stone now i'm trapped by this door this isn't where i should be you are where my heart is a home turned to a hotel everything changed with a kiss my suitcase still lies packed in a room in a place that i stay waiting for you to call me and remind me where i should be.   - JT 5:45 pm Sunday April 27 2007   <-- Back to the poetry menu.