You’re not here.
We’re bound by heartstrings,
Rent by geography.
Separate, not whole.
Without you here,
I pad around,
I slump, I slouch,
I forget how to stand.
We spent so long apart,
I forgot your laugh,
I lost your scent, and
Your every cadence.
Now every lost hour
Takes me back to when I
Would trade my oxygen for
One mere breath of you.
I crave your arms, your hips,
Your patience and your smile.
Your tenderness, your care,
Your ordinary, extraordinary everythings.
The dent in your pillow,
The crease in your chair,
The faint stain in the mug,
You haven’t used in days,
They all remind me of what I need,
And can’t have,
Until you come back
To me.
And I know,
Forever,
The only home I ever need
Is you.
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