Home

Lately i've been thinking about home. where is my home? what is home?
home is not a physical place. it's not somewhere i can drive to. there is no door, no key, no windows. there are no stairs to walk up, no room to sit in, no bed to lay on.

home is the faces of the people i love. home is the hugs you give me. home is when you bury your head in my shoulder, and i feel your love seep into me. hold my hand, walk with me, tell me you love me. remember when we used to be happy.

home is a kind word, a note, a message. home is a soft touch, a kiss.
home is sleeping next to you, wherever we are in the world. when we have the same dreams, when we wake up together. home is your voice over the phone. home is in the corners of your mouth, the tips of your lashes. it lives in your fingertips, in the way you tie your shoes. it's in the arch of your foot, the inside of your wrist.

home is a small box of photographs tied with ribbon in the closet. home is your handwriting. it is in the bend of your elbow, the way you turn your head.

it's when you walk towards me, its when we reunite. home is the way you tell me that i'm smart, capable, confident, pretty.

its when you know exactly what to say to make me smile. home is in laughing, in drinking, eating together. it's in long drives to nowhere and long conversations with friends. it's dependability, it's stability, it's support, tears, hugs, taps. home is when i run my fingers through your hair.

home is when i look in your eyes. when i see endless pools, time, future.
i see you as a father, a brother, a son, a lover, a friend. a mother, a sister, a daughter, an auntie. it is where you walk, it is the smell of your laundry.

home is in the things you make, the meals you cook. the smell of food in the air. home is cold ocean water, rushing over my feet.

home is us.