Home.

Home is where you know you belong. It's somewhere warm and cozy.

Home is a safe space. It's where you go when you feel like things are too much.

Home is where you go after a long day. When all you want to do is relax.

Home is a place of many memories. Memories that you cherish so deeply.

Home is where you watch your life piece together.

It's where you smile.
It's where you laugh.
Dance.
Sing.
Cry.
It's where you experience.

But home is not a place. It cannot be bought or sold.

Home is where the heart is.

And my heart is with you.

Empty Embraces,

A title once prideful;
now lost in consciousness.

Calloused; dazed.
time wasted,
filled with empty company.

Physical disfigurement,
from a bond so abstract.

Contravening crescendo;
entwined in fabrications of nostalgia.

Figmental retrospection.
A delusion. A castle in the sky.
Peering from the far side of some sequestered perspective.
Perceived as a fictious daydream.
An incohesive reality.
Your subdivisions experience an incommensurable verisimilitude.

A secret most long to hear.
A secret some hold in fear.
A secret I keep from you.
A secret I hope you can't see through.

You might run, say it's too soon.
When will I tell you, some special, Sunday afternoon?

I may wait six months,
I will wait to confront.
But with all this, one thing is true . . .

I hope you love me, too.

You inspire
Words of passion
Words of cryptic infatuation.

You inspire
More than what the pen writes.

You inspire
Longing of tangibility
Anticipation of the future.

Apprehension
Undisclosed

You inspire me
To fall in love.