The home I left behind

I left home last year
there’s a picture of it I have
four by six inches

This is home now

The building complex has shrunk 
to fit the photo frame
that sits on a table

The picture is overexposed
like my memory 
a little out of focus
plain, black and white
stark, without me

I won’t go back there
in a hurry
but if I do, I wonder 
if the rooms 
will still be bare and hungry
as I remember them?

I left home last year
and in my head
it’s become a giant negative
still undeveloped.