home is a memory away,
you are near.
closer than you thought,
maybe even closer than you want.

I want those things
I have never wanted
I want you, forever.
I want to wake up in the mornings to look over
at your scarred face.
I want you to kiss my forehead
Like you always do.
And call me lil' lady.
And smother my body in the morning like you used to.
And you feel like home.
You are the feeling between my toes,
You exist in the fibers of the frieze.
Chattering inside the dish washer,
Humming my name in the shower.
And you are only a memory away.
And I am trying.
I am trying to hold it all together,
but the foundation is cracked.
I am so alone.
And I will give and give and give
to deserve you.
And I will wait.
I will.
Until we find a place.
After a while I had hoped for packing lunches and bingo cards.
Bad timing for now I guess.
But patience is a virtue,
I just hope it will see the sight of this unholy author.