Where my home is, or was

The moonlight that nightly shines upon solitude,
pondering, what if, embracing the ones you love could last forever.

Bitter moments of farewell, faded yet sweet memories,
pondering, what if, one could return to childhood.

No longer do I recall, where my home is, or where it was,
only a warm scent and a hazy image remain in my memory,
the only keepsake of home left within me.