Something about love,
says something about the way you look at me.
Taking shape in the form of the dirt
underneath my fingernails.
Till the garden as it grows,
sowing the seeds of the pain
I felt when everyone left.

Something about hope,
Reminds me that I am born again, free
from whatever troubles my mind.
Lift the weight off my beaten-down chest.
Scrapes and cuts on my feet
from the long walk home.

Something about the sound,
your off-key lullabies,
the disruptive breaths on top
of a cold pillow.  

Something about your eyes,
as I can't close mine until you do first.
And when the sun reflects off my eyelids,
I want to know that you'll see mine.

Something about home,
I know it will always be with you.
No matter where the road takes me,
it's always right where I want to be.