Home to me, is a warm cup of tea.
Green with honey and lemon.
Steeping, steaming, and hot.
A hint of mint, why not?
Home to me, is a knit sweater.
Gifted or thrifted even better.
Lint and cat hair everywhere.
Tossed on the chair without a care.
Home to me, is a menthol cigarette.
Puffed away with little regret.
Half lit and half wet from the morning dew.
Stubbed out before it’s through.
Home to me, is thoughts of you.
A smile sprawling across my face.
Tangled fingers interlaced.
Intermingled in your embrace.
Home to me, is less of a place and more of a feeling but right now home to me is a conversation with a ceiling.