I hold your hand in the night as you sleep
Callused hands and gentle sighs
You thought I was like a bird when I was young
but I was just lost
I am still lost
Flapping about wilding, feathers everywhere
but now I am tethered
I have a place that I call home
Home is the smell of your skin directly against my face
at night
as I ignore the baby crying
for just a moment so I can feel close to you
Home is the sound of hysterical laughter
as our son runs from you pretending to be a monster
Home is the way you smile at me
even when I am not in the mood for smiling
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