Wrap me up.
Cover me in your tendencies.
Keep my body warm when the cold prevails.
Give me your hand.
I’ll guide you.
Create footsteps next to me.
Let me learn your breaths.
Take from me a mirror image.
Give me your hand.
I’ll follow you.
I’ll always miss you when you’re five feet away.
Or your smile when your face is turned.
And I’ll always miss the soothing energy from your fingertips when you’re gone.
I don’t wish to seek a shelter.
I do not hope to find a settlement.
And I will not search for riches.
Give me your hand.
I’ll hold it to mine.
Because you are the home, I’ve been aching to find.
And I’m tired of making up for lost time.
Show me your welcome mat, and I’ll come right in.
I promise I’ll wipe my feet.
I’ll leave my demons behind.
I promise.