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Some say:
Home is where you hang your hat.
Others:
There is no place like home.
Perhaps then:
Home is a business proposition
In which gain and loss
are all put down on paper;
a license from the state that recognizes your organization
Then gladly accepts your loss
As just another failed venture.
But home:
In real life is where your heart is
But once lost it can never be gotten again
At least not like the first time
When the world looked brand new
and all that mattered was that special someone
who made you feel like no other.
That's what home is to me.
For better
Or worse
For richer
Or poorer
In sickness
And in health
Home is a final destination
A mansion with many rooms
In which one is your very own
But when your heart is broken
Home seems a million miles away
Hiding in some constellation
Lost among the stars.

- D.A. Wittler 2014