We might be of different races,
the colour of our skin
might be different
maybe our hair,
maybe the language
our tongues speak are different.

*But our hearts all beat the same.

home is where I hear your footsteps rattling the foot boards,
resonating at the same frequency of my heart's undulating palpitations.
home is where I feel your haunting presence persistently
passing through these crumbled walls of mine.
home is where I see you in the mirror every time I look for me.
home is where you twist, turn and shake up the whole **** house.

home is wherever you are, no matter how far.

I
All lovers past
fade into footnotes
in the book of your life.
II
You are the central character,
the setting,
the plot,
the conflict
and
the resolution.
So
Don't ever let
a mere footnote
take over the "your story."
III**
It's your **** story,
and you deserve
a happy ending.
(unclogged of your past.)