I went out after dark again
to smell the flowers in our garden
the sky was whisper-thin
vanilla scented
cherry sour

and you were still inside
my empty empty
butterfly heart

because
as you know
I was never that smart

I hope you find
that silver lining

I hope you still smile
that crooked smile

I hope you discover
that great design

And I

I will be fine

If you told me to go home, I'd get lost looking for it.
If this house was ever taken from me, I'd never find another.
Home is where the heart is, and I've found mine in yours.