this is my home –
your hands on my waist.
we stacked bricks on top of one another
until we were closed in with no way out.

we were stuck inside.

sometimes I lost myself in you because it was all that I knew.

this is the truth –
we closed ourselves in because we were terrified.
we were two lost souls, finding through each other,
and hiding from everything else.

how many times did I bruise your palm
just because I was asked when the last time I slept was?

it took a long time to find myself through you.
I had to lose myself ten times over before I even knew my name.

vacant roads were my favorite because it was you, me, and nothing else.
you drove fast with the windows down because you could.

we were home –
with each other.