Don't tell me
I'm home
when you do not
lie on the bed
that
holds these
tired bones at night.
Don't say a word,
if the love we made
does not fill the
space we found.
Is some ache
endless?
Will you let me
tear down the walls
you built around
us?
Will you set me
free again?
I am only home
if you are here,
not a moment
before.
Please don't
tell me
this is home
until you hang
your running shoes
outside this door.