smiles glow like mobile little campfires warming the room comfy, cozy. home. you are home in this place, because they're here.
arms wrap around shoulders and hug them tight comforting, together. you belong here, because they're here.
eyes closed in laughter one minute sparkling with care the next depth, affection. you are loved here more than anywhere, because they're here.
you breathe the air and taste the sweetness of familiar voices, snuggle into the cadences and timbres instantly recognizable as belonging.
this is a special place, this place where you belong. this place where you're together.
like an old favorite blanket you have given the memory to me of belonging with you to wrap around my shoulders and hug close when I am touched by the chilling fingers of sadness.
I ache because I miss it, yes but mainly because it is such a beautiful thing it hurts.
This is not a metaphor. This is a visceral thing.
*It would be insensitive of me not to include the other POV, which is that the person who is the inspiration for this poem is lost and a little broken like the rest of us and feels a deep and complete non-belonging, which is tragic because of how readily available belonging is here and because of how easily that feeling can be mistaken from the outside.