Gone Home

I may never leave this country

Or move out of this state

But if, per chance, you catch me

When it's quiet, or it's late

My eyes may have a vacant look

I may not know you're there

You very well might find me

Enveloped in a stare

Although it may be difficult,

Leave well enough alone.

Please be still, for just a moment,

Chances are that I've gone home.

If you should find me smiling,

Envision an old friend

Though, by miles and years departed,

Cherished memories know no end

My eyes may close as to protect

The ones I hold most dear

I may, simply be wishing

I was there,

or they were here.

I know it may be difficult

To leave well enough alone

Please be still --

for just a moment,

Chances are that I've gone home.

For much too soon, I will return

With memories tucked away

They seldom merit credence

In the routines of a day

But what precious time is mine to spare

I curl up in my heart

With warm and loving memories

For they are my finest part...

And it may be all that you can do

To leave well enough alone.

But, please, be still --

just for this moment

Chances are that I've gone home.