i forgot how much i love
being in a loud house
where everyone runs about
taking care of their own business
your brother weaves in and out of your room
where you and I curl up on your couch
playing video games and howling like hyenas
your parents' voices sound
footsteps resonate from above our heads
as your sisters arrive home
and start their respective afternoon rituals
and i hear your mother's voice
and the pipes creaking as someone runs a sink upstairs
and your doorbell rings and it doesn't echo
all the sounds...
i stand off near the door
when you tell your father we are leaving
because this isn't my world anymore
but for some unknown reason
i feel at home