A Poem I Found Lost in a Notebook

Here's a poem from earlier this year that I wrote and forgot to transfer into digital medium. It's short and simple, in the vein of the previous poem I've posted. Let me know what you think.

Friends

Spin in and out of my life.

I don’t know why the ones who stay,

stay - and the ones who leave,

leave - but I’m looking for the reasons,

weaving through dark February days,

anchored in myself.

I need a home,

a place I can be myself in and sit

awake nights or sleep away

days and write in,

around,

and about,

forever.

I don’t know if I’m talking about a Home a House a Girl Love

But I think it might be all of these things.

I want to build something.

I want to use all of this strength I’ve gained,

Fought myself for,

Fought other people for,

And use it to lift,

Stack,

Shape and carry –

span a roof over my head and build

it wide enough for my friends to stand with me.