My home.

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.

 

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