Homelessness

~ a poem of release ~

I miss the familiarity of you

Your skin both the softness and hardness

Of home - your sleeping breath in my ear,

Gentle, how you pulled me in -

Cozy warm, I could snuggle up there,

Safe and secure from the world,

Your arms a structure around me -

A fortress of promise and protection.

I imagine you like a cottage in the woods:

Vines creeping over the roof & down

Across the stones of your walls

Birds chittering in the rafters

And a warm hearth, welcomed,

I tuck my feet under me,

Breathing in the steam of a hot tea,

Admiring the library of stories

Your bookshelves could tell me.

And it breaks my heart, now

How happily I thought to myself, then -

That I could have stayed there

Among your beloved belongings

For all of my days.

But the problem with building

A home out of someone else

Is that always, at some point,

You know it is not your own doing, and

You know that you will have to leave.

I know, now - that I could never make

A home out of you, my love.

Nor you, of me.

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