You’re My Home

You break our embrace and smile,
Turning around and walking down the road. 
I hold you hand and tell you to stay,
You laugh at my silliness and ask to let go.

Pestering you to meet me again as you reach home,
I realized that home is not where you stay. 
It's in the person you love, 
Their presence turning disasters into dreams,
It is then I know that why I held your hand,
Only to cry when it slipped beyond my reach.

Losing the home I'd just found, I was forced to stay,
Until you come and find me,
Opening your arms to welcome me back,
To the place where I belong.

-b.V

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