Home.
A consuming and tragic
emotion only found by select few.
Different for all, but
beautiful.
Home.
I’m met with a
sweet “hello”
and childlike eyes.
Arms filled with love
wrap around me in a warm embrace.
A breath of oxygen
reaches the depths of my lungs
despite the viselike grip around my midsection;
a sigh of relief
escapes my lips.
Home.
My arms entwine around you;
A sense of completeness
fills me again.
I am made whole.
I am loved.
Home happens when I am with you.
You are my home.
Regan Garey 