my laughter has been waiting to meet you
—a withering thing in a hospital bed.
all of the flowers and cards littering the floor
couldn't bring it out of its coma,
but all you had to do was introduce yourself.

you feel like coming home
after spending so many nights sleeping in beds
of people without names.
you feel like a warm light
after spending so many months trapped
underneath a gray sky.

I never felt like I could live
in the sound of someone's voice,
but now, I'm realizing it is the address
to the place I've been homesick for.