Righting

Why write?
Why not write?

Another 7 days
Another 7 nights
Another day on top of that.

Here I am at the keyboard once again.

Not that it matters, nor that it doesn't- not even that it is wrong or right.

Back to the airport tomorrow. Back away from home.
What is home
and what is respect
and what are bonds
and what ever even is separation
and what could be together, intimate, not alone.

That last sentence isn't really a question but a statement of self assessment-
not conclusion just weighing,
observing,
looking at my me and how I place me amongst the others whom I hold dear.