I've sat in this cold place for so long
that I have become comfortable in this misery.
This heartache has numbed me
against this bitterness which has
housed my lonely soul.

It wasn't until she rose one Autumn morning;
Her smile like rays of light
against the blackness swarming in my soul.
I felt warmth for the first time.

Her hands were safety nets
and I was falling.
Her eyes were home
and the smell of her perfume was...life.

The way she walked and spoke
stimulated my senses.
I needed to get lost in her because she was...
home.

I had been lost,
without even knowing it.
I was a wanderer
and my soul was stained with pain.

She came to me with gentle fingers
wiped away the tears and smears
of blood left behind
from the time I wore my heart on my sleeve.

She was home.