Living on the streets

I’ve been living on the
street for a while
not out of loss,
but because I left myself at
the door
to be let in.
If I keep walking,
past where you last
recognized me
will there still be room
for the person I’ve
become?
Will you hear me now,
not as an echo of who I
was,
but as the truth I’ve been
hiding
finally whole,
finally home?

Laro