Belonging

I was flipping through some old notebooks today and came across this, which I wrote in Spring of 2008:

Place of Belonging
Why do you keep hiding from me?
I think that I've found you
But then I have to leave.
Many tears fall,
I grieve.
Show yourself to me.

I've heard I can belong
Without a place to call my own
Ties in my heart, a friend...
But no-place is my home.

I want to make my home
Among all the people
With ties to my heart --
My home is in the faces and smiles,
Not just oriental isles
Or half-a-hundred states
But in those people I call
My friends, my peeps, my mates