Number One: Home
Your arms became the foundation for a home I took refuge in. Every lonesome night that I’d lay awake counting down the seconds until sunrise was seemingly erased by your comforting voice whispering soft lullabies; like the familiar creeks of an old home. Decorations of your soul spill out onto the coffee-stained carpets giving it that extra hint of personality. Over time those marks became less like stains and more like abstract art shown to us who are too sad to look up. I remember it all vividly, from the dazzling smile to the mole hidden underneath your left ear. Every singular detail noted has been engraved in my heart. We lay still on lazy days and I read what your lips have to say; the stories in your mind become my favorite book in our library. I lay curled in your arms through passing time feeling your old bones shift beneath the surface. You are the embodiment of a home a desperately long for because when we are forever and a day away my heart yearns for your scent and familiar dents. It battles homesickness with every passing moment we are not together. Every single last part of your body has become my safe haven in which I have come to love and cherish. My home is you.