I never felt
like I belonged
Anywhere
until I met you.
Before you,
I floated and drifted
but never found
a place I could call
my own.
In your arms
Was the only place
Where I ever felt
Like I belonged,
Like I was home.
That cold, February night,
I settled into you
and knew you were the home
I’d been searching for
for so long.
You silenced my demons
so I could sleep
safe and sound
next to you.
There aren’t many things
I wouldn’t give
to lie next to you again
and wake up to your lips
on my cheek,
or stay in bed with you
until the late afternoon
forgetting that
time even existed.
It wasn’t until I met you
that I realized
home isn’t a place;
sometimes it’s a person.
And mine had blue eyes,
a reckless smile,
and I loved him.
I still do.
I always will.