Where's My Person?

Home is not just a place it's a person But overtime that person can worsen Why, you may ask ? They could’ve changed, yes or no ? But, that was a long time ago I miss my person but they changed, there’s no erase I been aware that they have a new replace Nothing changed, just an ache that I can't reach anymore In my heart, in my mind, I think about them My heart longing for their presences, they have a spot in my heart that I can’t touch Nor any individual can ever reach that space where my heart is Filled with my despair, whenever I think about you, I get mummified sometimes petrified It slowly feels like a nightmare Me and my person don’t talk anymore We used too, until I myself got ignored My home was the memories we made, the communication we had and lastly my friend. I miss my friend alot My person used to encourage me and support me, All my troubles deceased gradually, they were always by my side Me and them used to play outside, I miss my duo Why won’t my friend just come back? My home, my person, my friend, we were like two books in a backpack I miss my bygone self, I had more confidence, I was less shy, more outgoing, I miss my past self I was more louder, but the thing I miss the most is my home We act like we’re unknown strangers Their not my enemy nor my friend I don't have jealousy, at least we’re both healthy Why don’t we talk anymore? Maybe because they changed? or was it me? Its like our friendship has been shattered into pieces and then suddenly into debris Home is not just a place it's a person But overtime that person can worsen Even if you might think right now that, that person is worse They were my world, my other half, I hate this curse I miss my friend, I miss my person, I miss my home