Am I your home,
or your happy place?

I’ll spell it out.

Home is a place you feel comfortable.
It’s a natural
Habitual location
Of which to return.
                It’s full of
Memorable marble in
Every direction,
it’s halls having been tread through
countless times.

step
        by
             step

The walls have been a gradual work of art
stacked on with tangible squares
of people and places you care
about so much you wish them to be
in your peripheral daily routine.
Hand-held history.

A happy place

is what you think of
anywhere,
a transferable escape,
a geographical area,
an influential individual,
a conjuring of a fantasy,
of a sweet past pure point in time
that grounds you.

I don’t know if I’m either for you,
but I know
I’m not both.
Perhaps,
I’m snippets.

I’m comfortable, familiar, full of moments
of shared audible joys
tastes and touches.

I'm a fantasy,
an imagined form of who
you
wish me to be.
you
return to me
time and time again.
I'm familiar.
I feel right at home.

So kick your feet up
r  e  l  a  x,
loosen.
Now, sweetheart,
tell me about your day.
Tell me about
what you think of
to escape me.