My home.


A consuming and tragic

emotion only found by select few.

Different for all, but





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.



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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