Scattered All Around

I am divided in half
One foot here and one way over there.
I live between car rides home.
My clothes are scattered all around.
I have lost the sense of what is mine, what is here, and what is there.
I am divided between two worlds.
Constantly looking back and forth.
My dishes pile high here.
My heart is left there.
The dust collects, scattering as I rush out the door.
I move from here to there.
Back and forth.
The division causes my heart to ache and my body to tire.
How much longer must my heart be divided?
Do our hearts ever truly find one home?
Or are they destined to forever be scattered like the clothes in my room?