i've been all over the world
you've been all over the country
but i think you're more worldly than me.
you asked me
of all the places i've been
where i'd like to go back to
and i thought of the answer
but could not speak so my eyes
spoke for me
spilling over salted memories
turned red with a thousand sunsets long past
and largely forgotten.
cried over
slept through
driven under
kiss strewn.
and you said speak
i'd thought it already
so it couldn't hurt me anymore.
your patience is much greater than you say
and your kindness is much less estranged than you wonder
because you waited until i looked up
tears on cheeks like rain on windows
a mark on my forehead from where it rested
against your wrinkled sweatshirt
mascara dust smudged across sticky lashes
bleeding as i whispered
(i want to go home)
(but you did go home) you said
(yes, i did) i agreed.
(and it wasn't a good time?)
(no it wasn't)
(but you want to go home?)
(yes i do. i had a home and now it's gone)
but you said you'd never had a home before
then you held up our hands and said
maybe this was home
you said
maybe we're living in houses
built out of each other.