Maybe it’s cliche to say
“I’ve never felt like this before”
Especially at my age
with the notches in my bedpost

It’s always different
The falling headfirst
The expansion of the different parts
Of my heart and mind

This doesn’t feel like another lesson
Butterflies erupting from my gut in the worst ways
This doesn’t feel like it’s going to hurt like hell in the morning

Time is irrelevant here, the cadence of
Our day measured in heartbeats and
Conversations
In anxieties and emotions
In knowing that we have each other

This has only ever felt like home.